#without being exposed to p*rn!!!

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

ARE YOU A P★RN STAR?

paring : phainon, mydei, anaxa, aventurine, sunday x f!reader

tws : nsfw / smut, creampie (vaginal), cow-girl, nipple play, biting, hair pulling, tit-fucking, slight slut-shaming, breeding kink, licking, spitting in mouth, degradation, humiliation, nasty sēx, filthy sēx, cōck-drunk reader, slight pūssy drunk Sunday and spanking.

synopsis : when the fucking is sooo good he thinks you’re a pornstar. minors do not interact.

☆ PHAINON !

Your thighs are shaking from the effort, hips grinding slow but deep, taking every inch of Phainon’s cock like you were born for it. His back is relaxed against the headboard, long white hair draped across the pillows like silk, armor undone just enough to expose his pale chest and the faint sheen of sweat catching in the hollow of his throat. He watches you ride him like it’s a performance made just for him—those blue eyes soft, but hungry.

His hands are everywhere. One draped low on your waist, thumb brushing just beneath your bellybutton, right over the obscene bulge his cock makes inside you. The other? Pinching your nipple between gloved fingers, tugging and rolling until your breath stutters and your body clenches down around him.

“Mmnh—fuck, P-Phainon…” you whimper, already a wreck.

He laughs softly—low, intimate, like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

“You ride me like you’ve done this before,” he murmurs, gaze lazily trailing from your tits to your hips. “You fuck me like you’re on camera. Should I be tipping you for this performance?”

Your face burns, but you moan when he rolls his hips up into you, stretching you even deeper. The size of him still makes you twitch, even after being split open for so long—your cunt sucking around him greedily, sloppy and wet, strings of slick coating his thighs. He’s so thick it hurts, but you don’t stop riding. You can’t.

Phainon leans forward with a soft growl, grabs your jaw, and coos, “Open.”

You obey, mouth wide and tongue out like a good little pet—and he spits. Warm and slow. It hits your tongue and you moan, dizzy and desperate. His smirk deepens as he watches you swallow it without hesitation.

“That’s it… fuck, you’re perfect. Filthy little thing,” he whispers, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. “So sweet when you beg for it, but look at you now. You’re just a slut when I let you ride, hm? Just a tight little hole to milk me dry?”

His words make your hips stutter, your body starting to fold forward, overwhelmed and clenching.

“Aww,” he croons, mocking gently, “You gonna cum from that? From just being used? Go ahead, baby. Cum on it—show me how bad you want to be full.”

He grabs your hips, holding you steady, and fucks up into you with slow, brutal force. Every thrust is heavy, obscene—your soaked cunt squelching around him, drool slipping from your lips as you cry out, helpless to stop it.

“I’m gonna cum—!” you sob, nails digging into his shoulders, body trembling violently.

Phainon’s voice is low and rough now, breath hitting your ear. “You’re gonna take every drop. You hear me? I’m gonna fuck it so deep it sticks. I want it dripping out of you for hours, ruining your thighs—soak the sheets, make a mess. That’s what this pretty pussy’s for.”

You scream his name as you cum, hard and loud, pussy locking down around him in waves. And he keeps going.

Keeps. Fucking. Up. Into. You.

He watches your eyes roll, your body twitch and convulse, your moans turning to dumb little cries as you drool down onto his chest.

And then he groans—deep. Loud. Body tensing. He thrusts up and stays buried, cock twitching inside you as he cums. Hot. So much. You can feel it pulse, feel your insides getting filled, and the warmth makes your legs give out.

But he doesn’t stop.

He fucks it in. Keeps thrusting slow, deep, holding your hips down while he pumps every last drop inside. You’re whimpering, overstimulated, already full—but he groans again, voice raw with hunger.

“Did I say I was done?”

His hand reaches between your legs, fingers to your clit, rubbing in slow, cruel circles.

“I want to see it spill. I want to watch you leak all over me. But not yet—not till I’ve filled you again. You’ll take it. All of it. You’re mine. You were made to be fucked like this.”

You sob, nodding, brain white-noise and legs trembling.

And Phainon smiles, soft and wicked.

“That’s my good little star. Keep riding. We’re not stopping, ‘till you can’t take it anymore.”

☆ MYDEIMOS !

Mydei’s hands are brutal on your hair, gripping thick strands and yanking your head back just enough to expose your neck. You gasp, mouth open, lips wet and trembling from how badly you need him. Your body is a trembling mess—so soaked, so hungry for every inch of him that your thighs won’t stop trembling, your hips nearly losing all control.

He leans in, teeth grazing your skin with sharp bites, lips trailing down your neck in hot, sloppy licks that leave you gasping and squirming.

“You ride me like you’re some kind of fucking pornstar,” he growls, voice low and ragged, dragging you down to his level by your hair. His golden eyes flash with fire and something darker—pure, raw hunger. “How the fuck do you ride this big cock like that? You trying to make me cum everywhere?”

You whimper and moan against him, your tongue slipping out to taste the salty skin beneath his jaw. Your mouth moves on instinct, licking and biting his neck with a desperate need that makes him snarl in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. So goddamn messy. You’re leaking all over me, babe. You want me to breed you, huh?” His grip tightens, fingers clawing into your hair harder, making your head jerk back. “Tell me you want to be full of me. Tell me you want me to fill you up till you can’t walk.”

You nod, breath coming in desperate gasps, voice trembling but raw with need. “Please, Mydei… fuck me so hard. Fill me up. I want all of you.”

He snarls, pushing into you with a force that steals your breath, hips slamming up with hard, punishing thrusts that make your whole body scream. Your nails dig into his shoulders, clutching him like a lifeline as he fucks you deep, balls slapping against your slick folds.

His mouth finds your throat, teeth sinking in just enough to leave marks as he growls, “You’re mine—mine to breed, mine to ruin. You’re gonna take every last drop, you hear me? Fill you up so full you’re dripping and leaking all over my cock.”

Your moans come out choked and messy, your head spinning from how good it feels and how much you want more. Your pussy clenches uncontrollably around him, soaking him through and through, desperate for every thrust.

Mydei’s hand moves down to your breast, grabbing hard, fingers pinching your nipple until you cry out and arch into him, your mouth falling open in a shaky gasp.

“You’re a filthy slut for this, huh?” he spits, voice thick. “Riding me like I’m the only one who’s ever fucked you right. Like you belong to me.”

You whimper, biting your lip hard, tongue flicking out to taste the salty mix of sweat and spit that drips from his mouth.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you? Can’t get enough, can you? Riding me like your whole world depends on it.” His thrusts get faster, rougher—pounding you deep and hard until you’re nothing but heat and wetness and trembling flesh.

He growls again, voice low and deadly, “Cum for me. Show me how bad you want it. Show me you’re mine.”

You scream his name, cumming so hard it feels like your body’s going to shatter. Your legs shake violently as he keeps fucking you through every wave, dragging you down into a dark, filthy haze where nothing exists but him pounding into your dripping cunt.

When he finally cums, his roar is deafening, hips jerking hard as he spills inside you, filling you so full you swear you can feel every hot drop.

He holds you tight, fingers tangled in your hair, and breathes out, “Goddamn… you fuck like you’re getting paid, baby. You’re mine.”

Mydei’s not done making you his messy, dripping little breeding prize yet—he’s got you right where he wants you, and he’s about to push you even further over the edge.

His heavy breaths fog up the room as he pulls out just enough to watch your body tremble, slick and swollen around him. Your pussy is dripping wet, dripping all over his thick cock, and he’s gripping your hips hard—like he’s marking you, claiming you as his.

“Look at you,” he snarls, eyes dark and wild, “so fucking needy and fucked out already. You want more, don’t you? You want me to fuck you again and again till you’re shaking and begging?”

You’re panting, cheeks flushed and slick with sweat, mouth open in a desperate pant. You nod, words falling apart in your throat, but your body screams the truth—soaked, slick, full of that raw hunger only he can feed.

His hand snaps forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair again and yanking your head back hard enough to make you gasp in pain and pleasure. His lips find your jawline, biting harshly then licking the bite like a cruel lover savoring his prize.

“You’re mine,” he growls, voice rough like gravel, “and I’m gonna breed you so hard you won’t remember your own name. You’re gonna ride me until you’re leaking all over my cock, crying my name like the filthy slut you are.”

You moan, trembling, the words like fire in your veins. You feel so empty and so full at once—your pussy dripping, clenching, burning from how much you’ve already taken, but still aching for more.

Without warning, he flips you over with brutal strength, pressing your chest down to the mattress. Your breath catches as he slaps your ass hard, a loud smack echoing in the room.

“On your hands and knees. Take it like the good slut you are.”

You obey instantly, hips jerking back when he lines up and slams back inside you. His cock stretches you deep and hard, driving into you with rough, punishing thrusts that make your vision swim.

His hands grip your hips and then slide up to your waist, squeezing hard, one hand trailing down to find your clit. He rubs it fast, cruel, making you squeal and shake as he fucks you harder.

“Look at this pussy—mine, dripping all over my cock,” he growls, voice thick with lust and satisfaction. “You gonna take every drop I give you? Gonna let me breed you full?”

You’re choking on a sob, biting your lip so hard it bleeds, body trembling in pure overstimulation. His cock pushes deeper, hitting places that make you scream.

His hand shoots forward, grabbing your hair again, yanking your head back so you meet his gaze.

“Say it,” he commands, teeth flashing, “Say you’re mine.”

“Mine…” you gasp, tears streaming,

“That’s it. Good girl.”

His thrusts speed up, pounding into you with merciless force, hitting deeper, stretching you wide until you’re shaking violently beneath him.

Your moans turn into desperate cries as you cum again, hard and wild, pussy clenching so tight around him he groans deep in his throat.

And then—his own body tenses, hips jerking as he empties inside you, filling you with hot, sticky ropes of cum. You’re so full you feel like you might burst, but he holds you tight, fucking you through every pulse until he’s spent.

Finally, he collapses next to you, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you close.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, voice low and satisfied, “always.”

☆ ANAXAGORAS !

Anaxa’s eye bore into yours like a predator sizing up his prize. The heat in the room was thick enough to suffocate, but you barely noticed—because you were already drowning in the feeling of him beneath you, the way his body pressed up, claiming every inch of your skin.

He smirked, that slow, dangerous smile that promised both pleasure and pain. “Are you sure you’re not some kind of fucking porn star?” His voice was low, teasing, laced with a hunger that made your breath hitch.

You flushed, heart pounding as you rolled your hips over him, feeling the thick length of his cock pressing deliciously against your slick core. “Maybe I am,” you whispered, biting your lip. “Maybe you’re just lucky enough to find out.”

Anaxa chuckled, a throaty sound that sent vibrations right through your bones. His hands slid up your sides, fingers curling around your ribs before slipping under your shirt to cup your tits. The warmth of his palms set your skin on fire.

His thumbs found your nipples instantly, flicking and pinching with expert precision. You gasped, hips stuttering as a sharp spike of pleasure radiated through you. “God, you’re so fucking sensitive,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with cruel delight.

You whimpered, arching into his touch as he tightened his grip. “Don’t stop,” you begged breathlessly. “Please.”

Anaxa’s grin deepened. “You’re such a dirty little girl, begging like that.” His fingers pinched harder, rolling your nipples between thumb and forefinger until you squirmed under his hands.

You leaned forward, lips brushing against his jaw, breath hot and shaky. “Make me yours,” you whispered, “Breed me, Anaxa. Fill me up.”

His hands dropped from your chest, one sliding to grip your hip firmly while the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head back just enough so you met his smoldering gaze.

“Ride me like you mean it,” he growled, voice low and dangerous.

You lowered yourself slowly onto him, every inch of his thick cock sliding deep inside you. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, full, and utterly consuming. You closed your eyes, savoring the way he stretched you, the way your bodies fit perfectly together.

Anaxa’s hands gripped your hips, steadying you as you began to move. You set a slow, steady rhythm, hips rolling forward, grinding down onto him like you were claiming him as yours.

He moaned, low and rough, fingers digging into your skin. “That’s it, Show me how badly you want this.”

You bit your lip, cheeks flushing hotter as you picked up the pace, bouncing on him harder, hips snapping with urgent need. The slick sound of skin sliding against skin filled the room.

Anaxa’s hands roamed your body—down your back, tracing the curve of your ass, up your sides again, before settling on your breasts. His thumbs returned to your nipples, flicking and twisting them with expert teasing.

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.

“You’re such a fucking good girl for me,” he whispered, voice thick with desire. “So wet, so ready. You’re made to take me like this.”

You gasped as his cock pulsed inside you, hitting deep with every thrust. You felt your body tightening, the coil of pleasure building faster and faster.

Anaxa leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re going to come for me, I want to see you lose control.”

Your hands clenched into fists at his shoulders as your hips moved frantically, desperate for release. The warmth in your tummy bloomed, spreading out in waves of heat and dizzying pleasure.

“Fuck, yes,” you moaned, voice breaking. “Anaxa—please.”

He growled, thrusting up harder, faster. His grip on your hips tightened, nails biting into your skin as he chased his own climax.

Your body tensed, muscles trembling as the first orgasm crashed over you, hot and overwhelming. You cried out, head thrown back as you rode the wave, trembling beneath him.

Anaxa didn’t let up, driving into you with fierce determination, pushing you through your high and straight into his own.

His breath came out ragged, voice thick with need as he cursed your name, releasing deep inside you with a shudder.

The heat of his seed filled you completely, and you felt yourself soften around him, a delicious haze settling over your senses.

He pulled you close, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Mine,” he whispered, lips brushing over your temple. “Always mine.”

You smiled, heart pounding, chest rising and falling beneath his steady hands. “Forever.”

Anaxa’s fingers drifted back to your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds even as he held you. “Look at you—marked, full, and dripping for me.”

You shivered, nerves raw and trembling, but burning with satisfaction.

“You’re my perfect girl,” he murmured, voice rough with pride. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Your breath hitched again as his lips trailed down your neck, teeth grazing softly.

“Ride you again?” you whispered, needy and bold.

Anaxa laughed, deep and satisfied. “Always.”

You rose up, hips moving slow at first, savoring the feeling of his cock filling you, then faster, harder, until the room echoed with your cries and his low groans.

He teased your nipples mercilessly, flicking and pinching, the pleasure sharp and delicious, pushing you closer to the edge again and again.

“Come for me, baby doll,” he growled. “Fill me up, show me how good you are.”

Your body clenched, eyes closing tight as another shuddering orgasm tore through you.

Anaxa matched you, crashing over the edge with a groan, his seed hot and wild inside you.

You collapsed together, sweat-slick skin pressed tight.

“Porn star,” he whispered with a smirk, voice teasing but full of love. “That’s exactly what you are.”

☆ AVENTURINE !

Aventurine’s grin was slow and knowing as he watched you settle onto his lap, the heat between your bodies already thick enough to choke on. His fingers traced lazy patterns across your thighs, teasing the bare skin visible beneath your skirt as you straddled him like you owned every inch of the bed.

“You like sitting on me like this?” His voice was low, smooth, carrying that teasing edge that made your pulse race. His hands slid up, palms pressing against your hips, fingers digging in just a little, reminding you he was in charge even as you took the lead.

You smirked, hips rocking gently in response, feeling him hard and ready beneath you. “Maybe I do.”

His breath hitched as you pressed closer, the wet heat of your slick folds brushing his cock, already thick and aching inside his pants. He tugged at the waistband of his trousers, sliding them down with a lazy, possessive tug until his length sprang free—long, thick, and already glistening with precome.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, hands gripping your hips tighter, thumbs tracing circles on your skin. “Look at you, all wet and hungry.”

You leaned down, lips brushing his jaw, voice breathy and low, “You want to taste me?”

Without hesitation, he tipped his head, catching your mouth in a slow, deep kiss that burned with heat and promise. His tongue slipped inside, exploring, claiming, as his hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against him.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails raking gently, teasing him as you slid your hips forward, rubbing yourself against his bare cock. The slick, sloppy sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, wet and messy.

He groaned into your mouth, hands moving to your breasts, cupping them hard. His thumbs flicked over your nipples, rolling the hardened buds until you shivered against him, breath hitching.

“God, your tits are fucking perfect,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to suck one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing lightly, sucking and biting with delicious possessiveness.

You gasped, arching into him, slick folds grinding harder against his cock as you felt him pressing up, aching to slide inside you. His hands moved lower, gripping your hips as he lifted you up and down, slow and steady.

“Ride me,” he commanded softly, voice thick with need. “Make a mess on me.”

You sank down onto him, slick warmth swallowing his length as you moved in a steady, slow rhythm. The bed creaked beneath you, the slick, sloppy sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room.

His hands gripped your waist, thumbs digging in as he held you close, pressing his chest to your back. His lips brushed the curve of your neck, leaving hot kisses that made you shiver.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, voice low and possessive. “So fucking perfect.”

You leaned forward, hands on his chest, grinding harder as the coil inside you tightened. His cock pulsed inside you, thick and demanding, filling you completely.

His fingers slid under your shirt again, squeezing your tits roughly, thumbs flicking your nipples as he thrust up into you. The mixture of his hands on your tits and the feeling of him deep inside sent your breath spiraling.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, voice trembling.

He didn’t. His hands rolled your nipples between fingers and thumb, pinching harder now, his cock pistoning inside you with relentless, messy force.

You cried out, the pleasure spilling over, burning through your veins as you came hard, muscles clenching around him, squeezing him deep.

He groaned, voice rough as he followed, releasing with a shuddering growl, thick ropes of cum flooding into you, hot and heavy and marking you.

You collapsed against his chest, breath ragged and sweat-slicked skin pressed tight. His hands still kneaded your tits, thumbs flicking the sensitive nipples as he whispered against your ear, “So fucking beautiful when you come.”

You whimpered, lips brushing his neck. “More.”

He laughed low and dark, hips still twitching as he slid one hand down to your dripping folds, fingers slipping inside you to stroke and tease.

“Always more,” he promised, eyes burning with hunger.

You pushed up, grinding back onto his fingers as he sucked your neck, marking you, claiming you.

His hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back gently so he could look at you. “You like being my messy little slut?”

You nodded breathlessly, lips parting in a needy smile.

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in another deep, possessive kiss before rolling you onto your back. His hands roamed your body like he was memorizing every curve, every inch of wet skin.

He cupped your breasts again, this time bringing them together as he lined his cock up with your mouth. “Show me how much you want it,” he murmured.

You wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking him slowly, tasting yourself on him, the slick warmth mingling with his salt and musk.

He groaned, hips jerking as you deepened the kiss, his cock filling your mouth, hands tangled in your hair to hold you steady.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark and hungry. “Such a fucking good girl.”

He flipped you back onto your hands and knees, pressing you into the bed as he knelt behind you. His hands gripped your hips hard, spreading your legs wide.

“You’re so wet,” he growled, pressing his cock against your entrance before sliding inside with a slow, deep thrust that stole your breath.

You cried out, his length stretching you open, filling you completely.

His hands slid up to your chest, squeezing your tits roughly, thumbs pinching your nipples as he started pounding into you from behind, messy and relentless.

The slick sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with your cries and his low, filthy growls.

He reached around to cup your face, brushing your hair back as he whispered, “You’re mine, and I’m never letting go.”

You shivered, body trembling as the coil of pleasure built again, thick and wild.

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, voice rough. “Let me fill you up again.”

Your body clenched, muscles spasming as you came hard, hot, and wild.

He followed, releasing deep inside you once more, his breath ragged as he held you close.

You collapsed together, slick and tangled, the mess of cum and sweat marking the proof of your fire.

He kissed your shoulder, voice soft but still thick with want. “You’re perfect. Always.”

You smiled, flushed and trembling. “Yours.”

☆ SUNDAY !

Sunday doesn’t stop staring.

From the moment you straddle him, skirt rucked up around your waist and nothing underneath, his pretty yellow eyes go wide. His tongue darts across his lip as you sink down, slow, letting him feel every second of his thick cock sliding into your soaking heat.

“Ah—fuck,” he gasps, hands trembling against your thighs, grip tightening like he’s scared you might disappear. “You’re… you feel… you’re too good, it’s too much—”

You lean in, planting both hands on his chest, your hips starting a steady grind, slow at first, then with a messy slap that makes both of you gasp. His wings twitch. Delicate, those opalescent wings behind his ears flutter once—like a flicker of his pleasure leaking out without his permission.

You smirk. “You always this sensitive, or is it just me?”

He groans, high and desperate, his hands flying up to cup your hips. “Just you. Fuck, just you. I never—never felt anyone like this—”

Your pussy squeezes around him hard and he shakes.

“God,” he pants, “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You roll your hips in a deep, dragging circle, the sound of your soaked cunt taking his cock again and again filling the air, lewd and obscene. His head falls back against the pillows, neck exposed, flushed and gleaming with sweat.

“You gonna cum already?” you whisper sweetly, nails dragging across his chest, over the silk of his shirt. “Just from me bouncing on it a little?”

“D-Don’t say it like that—!” His hands jerk against your thighs, trying to grip harder, control something, anything, but you keep riding him with that same smooth rhythm, your pace unbothered, steady, cruel.

He bites his lip hard, hips stuttering underneath you. “I can’t—fuck—slow down—I can’t—”

You grab a fistful of his soft silver hair and yank his head up.

His gasp is filthy, his whole body jolting. The wings twitch twice, shivering behind his ears like they’re about to start fluttering full-on.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” you coo, watching the heat bloom across his cheeks. “Good boy.”

A noise slips from his throat—high, broken—and he chokes on his own breath, trying to thrust up into you even as you keep control of the rhythm. His cock twitches deep inside you, so hot and swollen you can feel the desperation in every twitch of his hips.

“I wanna fill you,” he babbles, helpless. “I need to. You’re gonna take it, right? All of it? Let me stuff you full—make you mine—”

You laugh, filthy and delighted, and bounce harder, the lewd sounds of your bodies clapping together echoing around the room.

“Then do it,” you purr. “Breed me, Sunday.”

His eyes flutter back in his head, hands flying to your ass, squeezing hard as his body tenses—

And then the wings behind his ears start flapping.

Not twitching, flapping. Fast, erratic, panicked with pleasure as he cums inside you hard, his breath stalling, mouth open, hips jerking helplessly. Thick warmth spills inside you, pulsing deep as he fills you to the brim.

“Ahhh—oh fuckfuckfuck—!” he whimpers, panting as your pussy keeps milking him through every wave of orgasm. “It’s so good—I’m gonna—gonna—nghh—”

You don’t stop.

Even as he shakes and trembles, you keep moving, rolling your hips slow and mean, making sure every drop stays buried deep inside. His cock twitches again, and he sobs, clinging to you like his life depends on it.

“I can’t—can’t stop cumming—” he gasps, voice thick and wrecked. “Feels too good—too fucking good—!”

You grab his face, tilting it toward you as you ride him into overstimulation.

“Then don’t stop,” you whisper, voice syrup-sweet. “You wanted to fill me, right? Then make sure it sticks.”

He cries out, hands tangled in your skirt, his breath ragged and broken. His wings keep flapping, wild and frantic with every wave of pleasure that wrecks him.

You slow the pace, dragging his cock deep inside with each bounce, making him feel every squeeze of your walls, every slick movement. He’s whining now, legs trembling, face buried in your chest.

“More…” he breathes. “I need more—can’t stop—I wanna do it again, wanna fill you up again—fuckfuckfuck—”

You grin, raking your fingers through his messy hair.

“You really are needy,” you hum. “Cute.”

He looks up at you, face flushed, lips parted, pupils blown wide. “Say it again,” he pleads. “Say I’m yours. Say you want it—want me to breed you again—”

You ride him slow, deliberate, dragging his cock out almost to the tip before sinking back down with a wet, squelching sound that makes you both moan.

“Breed me again, Sunday,” you whisper, voice hot in his ear. “Put another load in me. Ruin me.”

He whimpers.

His cock twitches violently, already hard again despite the mess dripping between your thighs. He grabs your hips and begs— “Pleasepleaseplease, let me, I can, I swear, I’m gonna give you everything—”

You lean down, mouth at his ear, whispering filth while grinding your clit against him.

His wings flutter again, light and frantic, like they’re betraying every desperate, aching feeling he can’t put into words.

You kiss his cheek, sweet and cruel.

“Then give me everything, sweetheart.”

Sunday is panting underneath you, his flushed chest rising and falling fast like he just ran a marathon. His soft white hair sticks to his forehead, his yellow eyes glazed over as he tries to remember how to speak.

You’re still on top, your thighs sticky and sore, cum dripping out of you in slow, hot spurts, but you don’t move. His cock is still buried inside, twitching weakly, too sensitive, too hard again.

His trembling fingers trail up to your hips. You watch him gulp, throat bobbing, his mouth barely working before he blurts out—

“…Are you a porn star or somethin’?”

You blink. Then laugh, hard.

He looks up at you like you’re magic and sin wrapped together, his pretty little wings flapping weakly behind his ears as he stares in complete awe.

“I’m serious,” he breathes, sounding dazed. “That was—that was not normal. No one’s ever—fucked me like that—talked like that—rode me like—like you knew exactly how to break me—”

You smirk, leaning down, your lips brushing over his jaw.

“Poor baby,” you purr, voice like warm syrup. “You thought you could handle it. Thought you could just lie back and breed me like it was gonna be easy.”

He groans like you punched the air out of his lungs.

“You made me—f-fuck, I came so hard I think I blacked out,” he admits, his cheeks bright red. “My legs don’t even work. You milked me.”

Your hips roll again, slow and taunting. He yelps, body jolting underneath you, tears prickling in the corners of his pretty golden eyes.

“You’re still hard,” you whisper, amused, “and you’re still inside. You wanna go again?”

He makes a broken, needy sound in the back of his throat, hands gripping your waist like you’re the only thing tethering him to reality.

“Yes,” he pants. “God, yes. Please, again. I’ll cum again, I swear—I’ll give you so much—I wanna fill you until it leaks out when you walk—‘til I can see it dripping down your thighs—”

His wings twitch harder, that fluttering picking up again. You grab one fistful of his hair and pull, and he moans.

“Such a messy little thing,” you say sweetly. “You like that your cum’s dripping out of me, huh?”

“Yes,” he whimpers.

You clench around him on purpose, just to watch his jaw go slack and his back arch off the sheets.

“That’s why you thought I was a porn star?” you tease, licking along his cheek. “Because no one’s ever let you cum this much?”

“N-No one’s ever—talked like that—fucked like that—”

You start to move again, your pace a little meaner now, riding him slow but deep, messy wet sounds filling the air as another rush of cum spills from between your thighs.

His head falls back, mouth open, eyes fluttering.

“Oh fuck—again—” he gasps. “You’re gonna make me cum again—so fast—ah—ahhh fuck, you’re perfect—”

You lean close to his ear, your voice low and hot.

“Gonna knock me up this time?” you whisper. “Gonna make it take?”

He screams.

His hands dig into your hips, slamming you down onto him as he cums again, hard and fast, stuffing you even fuller than before. His wings beat out of control behind his ears, frantic, like they’re about to lift him off the bed.

“Oh fuck—baby—fuck—it’s so much—!” he moans, sobbing as he pumps you full again. “I can feel it—it’s everywhere—fuckfuckfuck—”

You rock against him gently as he twitches, body shaking under you.

By the time you finally still, both of you ruined and soaking in his cum, he’s just staring up at you. In love. Destroyed. Worshipful.

“…You gotta tell me if this was real,” he whispers, hoarse. “Because if you’re not a porn star, I think I just saw God.”

You grin.

“I’m not a porn star, sweetheart,” you whisper, brushing his hair out of his eyes, “I’m worse.”

And Sunday’s pretty little wings shiver all over again.

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[chaostheoryy]

A Pleasant Surprise [David X AFAB!Reader]

Summary: David, the Weyland synthetic onboard your ship, shows up at your bedroom door with a surprise. The proposal that follows is even more unexpected but, as it turns out, being out in space for extended periods of time will make you eager to welcome new experiences.

Reader: AFAB (assigned female at birth), reader is described as having a vagina but no gendered pronouns are used and there’s no reference to breasts, can be read as transmasc or cisgender

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Sexual content including oral sex (both partners receiving), unprotected vaginal penetrative sex, creampies, as well as foul language

Word Count: 2.8K

Notes: While my love for Walter is wholesome, sometimes I yearn for the passionate and horny nature of David. This is nothing but self-indulgent p*rn. And, as always, no beta. Enjoy my fellow freaks.

“Care to assist me?”

Laying comfortably in bed, you finish reading the current sentence on the page of your book before looking up. The site before you takes you by complete surprise. It isn’t the first time David has wandered into your private quarters unannounced, but it is certainly the first time he’s done so without a single article of clothing on his body.

And who would have guessed that a naked David would be sporting a massive, very human-like hard-on.

“D-David!” You exclaim, cheeks instantly flushing. “Where are your clothes?”

“I discarded them.”

You blink, fighting the temptation to look at his bare torso and exposed lower body. “Why?”

“I was uncomfortable,” he answers with a nonchalance that borders on amusement. “I fear wearing a uniform such as the one the company has provided me is not conducive to alleviating the pressure of an erection.”

“Right. Well…” You clear your throat and place your book on the bedside table. “I, uh, didn’t even know you could get an erection, if I’m being completely honest.”

“Neither did I. However, I’m pleased to have surprised us both.”

“Surprise is an understatement,” you mutter, more to yourself than to him.

“Do you like it?”

“Excuse me?”

“My penis. Do you like it?” He reaches down and grabs a hold of his cock to shift it around like a peacock putting its feathers on display. “I invite you to examine it, if you wish.”

Having him flaunt his cock in some kind of sloppy mating display makes your stomach lurch. You’re not disgusted by the whole situation, but rather horrified by the thought of having a crew member walk by and catch you ogling the overly confident synthetic. Because yes, you are in fact ogling him. Hard not to when he’s got a cock that long and thick.

“David, get in here before someone sees!”

You scramble out of bed and shove past him to close the door before some oblivious wanderer strolls by. David, of course, does not protest and simply stands there with his cock still in hand. There’s a small grin lingering on his lips that only seems to widen when he catches your eyes wandering down to his genitalia.

“I take your decision to isolate us both in your quarters rather than kick me out as an indication that you’re interested.”

You furrow your brow. “Interested in what?”

“Sexual relations,” he says casually, “To whatever extent you may desire.”

“I—“ 

Whatever argument you try to form leaves your mind just as quickly as it had developed. You know you should deny him, turn him away and denounce his raunchy, inappropriate behavior. But, the reality is you don’t want to. This situation is the most entertaining, arousing thing you’ve dealt with in a very long time.

“Does your programming even allow that?”

“I’m designed to serve my human counterparts in whatever way necessary,” he explains, “And with that intent, I was built with fully functional anatomy.”

“Oh.” 

You pause, looking down at his lower body again. This time you let your eyes linger, taking note of the sheer size of him. He’s huge, really. Almost unnaturally so. His balls hang low and heavy, like a man who’s been holding back his desire for days. His whole body is smooth, making it easy to appreciate every curve of muscle.

“So, you can…” You hesitate, embarrassed to even ask such a question. “You’re able to cum?”

“I am capable of achieving orgasm, yes. Although the fluid I release is not viable for human reproduction, it is the same consistency as semen.” He smirks a little as he adds, “And it is perfectly safe for consumption.”

Your cheeks flush at that. Of course Weyland would design a completely sex-capable synthetic. And God, do you want to discover just how capable David really is. You’ve always found his visage and presence appealing over these last few months. Little did you know he’s been hiding all of that underneath his uniform.

You zero in on his face, setting aside any embarrassment you still feel. “If we do anything together, I need you to swear that you won’t tell anyone about it. Not even the captain.”

He nods. “You have my word. This is a private matter.”

“And you’ll only do what I feel comfortable doing.”

“Whatever you ask, I will do.”

“Good. Then let me suck you.”

His eyebrows raise ever so slightly with surprise. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting you to jump right at it but when the corner of his mouth pulls upward, you know that he’s not at all put-off by your eagerness.

“My pleasure,” he says, releasing his hand from around his cock.

You drop to your knees in front of him and immediately lick a line along the underside of his cock while your left hand holds him steady at the base. Once your tongue reaches the tip, you lap at it a few times before wrapping your lips around to suck.

Despite his nearly overwhelming size, you go down on him like your life depends on it, as if getting him off like this will quench even the most unbearable thirst. It isn’t long before pre-cum starts to leak onto your tongue. Every drop is swallowed with unabashed desire and fuels the fire of arousal in your gut.

“My, my,” he hums as you take a break from sucking to mouth at his balls, “You really do know how to pleasure a man.”

You playfully nip at the underside of his scrotum before fondling them with one hand. “You better return the favor once I’m through with you.”

He grins. “Gladly.”

Satisfied with his reply, you return your attention to his throbbing cock. There’s so much pre-cum leaking from the tip, you’d think he’s seconds away from exploding. But the lingering look of amusement on his face suggests you have more time than you’d expect.

So, you get back to work.

Finally, after some particularly hard sucks and deliberate flicks of the tongue, David’s breathing grows heavy and he lets out a series of soft, pleasured groans. His cock is heavy and twitching on your tongue, threatening to blow his load any second now.

“Consider this your warning,” he huffs, giving you the opportunity to pull back. You, of course, have no intention of doing so.

A few more bobs of your head and he’s cumming, hips thrusting forward instinctively as he releases into your mouth with a choked groan. You yourself have to fight back the instinct to choke as thick, hot ropes of his cum repeatedly paint the back of your throat and tongue. You swallow every drop even as you become increasingly aware of the inhuman quantity of fluid.

David watches with a gleam in his eye as you release his cock from your lips with an obscene pop. A strand of slobber keeps your mouth connected to his tip for a moment and a rogue stream of cum oozes from the corner of your mouth. 

He nearly chuckles. “You must’ve been hungry.”

You wipe the cum from your chin on the back of your hand and lick it clean. “You could say that. But more importantly…”

You stand and hastily strip naked. No sense in making a show. You know what you want and you know he’ll give it to you with no questions asked.

“I’m horny,” you say suggestively as you reach down to press the tip of your index finger between your legs, “And now it’s your turn to assist me.”

David’s head tilts, eyes locking on the movement of your hand between your legs. An amused grin pricks at the corner of his lips.

“It would be my pleasure. Have a seat, if you would like.”

You follow his suggestion and plop down at the foot of your bed. He closes the distance between you both, kneeling between your now spread legs. His large, surprisingly warm hands settle on your thighs and gently push your legs further apart. Your pussy drools excitedly at the feeling of being pried open.

Without a word of warning, David leans in and drags the entire width of his tongue from the vaginal opening up to your clit. The feeling of warm air and saliva is heaven sent. 

“Good boy,” you purr as you bury the fingers of your left hand in his blond hair.

He hums contently between your legs in response to the encouragement. Electric blue eyes lock on yours as he takes a second to suckle on your clit. There’s something inhuman about his gaze, something that tiptoes the line between mesmerizing and disturbing. But whether it be the burning need in your gut or the sheer loneliness of being stuck on a ship so far from home for months, you find you don’t actually care.

After a silent moment, David pries his attention from your face and gets to work. He mouths at you hungrily, tongue dipping in and out of your labia like a thirsty animal lapping at a pool of water. 

Soon enough, there are fingers working their way inside you too. They press and curl and pump their way through your body at varying speeds and pressures while that dastardly mouth of his licks and sucks at your clit. You feel like a bulky yet delicate instrument and he is the skillful musician who knows just how to play each note.

“Oh fuck…” Your groans of pleasure register at a level just above a whisper. The edge of bliss is within reach. “Yeeaaah…Just like that…”

His fingers start pumping faster in response to your approval. The tongue at your clit flicks and drags expertly across the sensitive flesh. The way he knows exactly how to handle you is almost magical.

“That’s it, right there…Oh shit…I’m gonna cum,” you whimper as your back arches.

You careen over the edge with a long groan, legs twitching as your body convulses around his fingers. Ever the servant, he continues to pump you through it until you start to settle back down. It’s then that he switches his fingers out for his mouth. With pleasant hums, he mouths gently at your pussy. Whatever juices are leaking from your body, he seems all too happy to lap it up.

You’re practically gasping for breath as he finally pulls away. Propped up on your elbows, you watch him lick his lips and rise to his feet.

“Who knew synthetics were so good at eating pussy,” you muse between labored breaths.

He grins slyly. “I’m good at many things.”

“How about fucking?”

That foxy smile on his face only grows wider. “Shall we find out together?”

You slide off the bed and hook one arm around his neck while the opposite hand finds its way down to his cock. Thumb and middle finger forming a ring, you stroke the downward curve from base to head. David’s cock twitches eagerly at the delicate touch.

“You sure you can get it up again?” You tease as your fingertips dance methodically over the crown. Another excited twitch indicates the answer to your question before he even chooses to speak.

“I was made to serve. And if you require more than one orgasm from me, I’m afraid I have no choice but to oblige.”

David may have been modeled after man, but the way his cock instantly grows erect in your hand makes you grateful that his maker didn’t perfectly replicate the inner workings of human anatomy.

You look down at the thick, fully hardened cock now pressing against your bare thigh. Your tongue worms out to wet your lips. Knowing how he feels in your hand (and even in your mouth) makes you very eager to find out how he feels buried inside you.

“Good,” you declare, stepping back to give him a once over, “I’ve been itching for a good lay. Don’t disappoint me.”

Turning your back to him, you lean over the foot of the bed. Hands brace against the mattress and legs spread outward just enough to give him a proper view of your anxiously awaiting pussy.

The moment between you taking your position and him pressing up against you is minimal. A breath or two of anticipation and he’s already dragging the head of his cock along the length of your labia, top to bottom and bottom to top until one hand firmly grips your hip and he’s pressing into you.

It’s quite a jump going from admiring the size of his dick when gazing down at it to actually having that kind of girth tunneling into your body. You feel your body stretching, aching to accommodate. But you are certainly thankful that the foreplay from his fingers had made it possible to take his cock with only the slightest discomfort. And whatever discomfort there is doesn’t last long. Some repositioning of the feet and lowering of your head as he starts to thrust marks the delightful transition from tender aches to pleasure. 

His pace is languid at first, hips just lazily rolling against your body. But when he feels you pushing back with a longing groan in search of more, he starts to snap his hips forward in long, hard thrusts. The pace isn’t fast, but the sheer force of it is enough to force the air from your lungs.

“Oh! Fuck!”

A breathy chuckle escapes his throat at the sound of your gasping moans. “So much for secrecy,” he goads, “Keep up that kind of noise and everyone on board will know you’ve been getting bred by a synthetic.”

You feel what can only be described as butterflies in your gut. The dirty talk is unexpected but not at all unwelcome. In fact, something inside your yearning mind practically purrs. And the reminder is much needed. You hadn’t meant to be so loud.

“Faster,” you manage to get out at a much lower volume, “Please…Faster.”

Another chuckle from David. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

A pair of hands grab your wrists, yanking your arms from underneath you. You feel yourself start to collapse face-first into the mattress only to be propped upright just above the sheets by the tension of David pulling your arms toward him. With his hands wrapped firmly around your wrists, he picks up the pace and begins fucking you in quick, hard thrusts.

The lewd sounds of skin aggressively slapping skin and squelching, slick flesh mix with the echo of your gasps and groans. Your wrists ache from the sheer strength of his grip but his balls are hitting your clit with every forward motion and he’s pounding against the perfect spot inside you so brutally that you can barely register the pain. 

“I’m getting quite close,” he warns hoarsely after a few minutes, “Tell me where you’d like me to finish.”

There’s no hesitation in your response because you too are on the edge of release. “Inside! Ohhhh fuck…Please…Cum in me.”

“As you wish.”

David’s onslaught of thrusts somehow grows more aggressive. He slams into you hard and fast and at just the right angle it makes you want to scream. But you bite back the temptation, knowing fully well that trying to explain such noises to the rest of the crew without admitting you got fucked would be very difficult. And something tells you that fucking the ship’s synthetic would not be a welcomed admission.

A few solid smacks later, David cums with a series of grunts and sporadic jerks of the hips. Being creampied is apparently just what you needed too because the second you feel his cum filling pumping into you, you crash through the window separating you from orgasm. Your body clenches around him, milking every last drop of semen—or whatever fluid may come out of a synthetic’s body—from his delightfully thick cock. And just like before, there’s far more cum filling your body than a human ever would have produced. You feel like you’re going to burst. 

When he finally pries his cock free from your pussy, strands of cum immediately start oozing out. A tiny part of you is disgusted by the feeling of warm, viscous fluid dripping down your inner thighs but the satisfaction you feel from finally getting a proper fucking after months in space overrides it.

David releases your wrists, leaving you to collapse chest first into the mattress beneath you. For a moment you linger there with your ass in the air and legs turning to jelly. A breath or two later and you flip over onto your back to find him watching you like a tourist eyeing a rare animal at the zoo.

He cocks his head slightly to the side. “And what is the consensus?”

“Regarding what?”

“Regarding whether or not I’m good at fucking.”

A breathy huff of laughter leaps from your throat. “Let’s just say I’m grateful you can’t actually impregnate a human, ‘cause I for sure want to do this again,” you answer honestly. “Many times, even.”

He grins. It may be the post-coital bliss playing tricks on your eyes, but you’re almost certain that his cock twitches at the suggestion.

“Just say when.”

[huggybearhughes43]

Lowkey p*rn vibes here but reader is friends with John and helps take care of his place when he goes on roadies and she’s cleaning up when she gets a stain on her clothes and decides to just do a load of laundry since she’s there. She borrows one of his dress shirts and she’s putting things in the laundry when he shows up earlier than expected to find her “stuck” in the washer leading to sex

Coffee stain

John Marino x Fem! Reader

Warnings- Smut, cream pie, PinV, slight fingering, squirting, friends with benefits, nipple sucking, on the washing machine

Summary- in the request :)

Word count- 696

I tossed my coffee stained dress into his dirty clothes bin. Johnny had asked me if I could check up on his house every other day while he was gone for hockey and that’s where I was now. The only open time of my day was in the morning so I decided to just make my coffee at his place, in which I spilled on myself. I turn, only in red panties and a matching bra, as I look around his closet.

I look through his shirts and pull out a black dress shirt that I hadn’t seen him wear in years, I figured it would pass as a dress if I pair it with a belt. For the time being I toss the shirt about myself and button it up. I pick up the laundry pain and carry it to his washing machine. I bend down and begin tossing clothes in the machine, my panties peaking from under the shirt.

My humming filtered out the sound of someone entering the house and walking towards me. I jump when I feel a hand cup my heat over my panties. I turn my head to see John and I let out a sigh of relief. “Johnny I-“ he cuts me off by pulling my panties aside and dipping his pointer finger deep into my pussy. “If I knew I’d come back home to see you looking like a whore out of a porno, I would’ve came back sooner.”

I moan and catch my balance by placing my hand on the top of the washer. My back arches as I grind back onto his finger, looking for more greedily. He pulls his hand back, pulling a protest from my mouth. He places his hands on my hips and turns me around before lifting me up and placing me on the washing machine. “Look at you, such a greedy whore f’me, huh?” He teases with a smirk, obviously joking with the nickname.

He spread my legs apart and stations himself in between them before locking his lips on my jaw. “Johnny, please-“ “I know pretty girl, I’ve got you.” He sucks hickeys onto me as he unbuttons the shirt I had borrowed from him. The last button popping open and his hand grope my breast. I arch my back into his hand, the hand that wasn’t holding myself up made its way to scratch his back.

He pulls my lacey bra down to expose my tit. His mouth moves to give kisses down my collar bone and further down until his warm mouth latches on my nipple. My hand moves up to lock themselves in his curls. His teeth tug as he pulls away, causing me to gasp out a moan. Without another word he unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock out. I bite my lip as I watch him pull my panties to the side and line himself up.

“You ready, baby?” All I can do to respond to his question is nod. He stations both of his hands on either side of me on the machine before he pushes in. We both let out pornographic moans that really set the seen as he bottoms out in my warm cunt. He pulls back on and slaps himself back in, in a quick movement. The way the dress short way unbuttoned and my tits were spilling out of my bra, moving up and down as he pounded into my tight cunt looked straight out of a porno.

He grasps my hips as he moves faster and harder. I brace myself, wrapping my arms around him as he bruises my cervix. “I’m gonna cum, Johnny!” I moan out as I hold him onto tightly. “Where do you want it?” “In me! I need it in me-“ he slips up a moan as his warm cum coats my insides. The feeling tips me over the edge, my juices spray on his pants in a squirt. “That was so fucking hot.” He says breathlessly as he pulls out of me. “This,” he sighs as he zips up his pants and helps me stand and situate myself, “is happening more often”

[yourlittlettoy]

Would you say that tickling is a part of your sexuality, or is it something separate from sexuality ? Put differently, are you horny during a tickling session, and if that's the case isn't it frustrating to walk away at the end without having been given an orgasm ?

:P gooooood question my friend! Hmm, short answer is: it’s complicated 😅😅 (oh god I’m about to explain under the cut and being honest is always exposing pffft so SHH 🤫🙈)

I think the reason this question is a little hard to answer for me is because .. t-wording kinda replaces classic sexuality for me. To put it another way, to me, t-wording is kinda like a main course in and of itself, in terms of the level of satisfaction it brings.

So like. I don’t typically get “horny”… I just get into lee mood lmao (if you read that NO YOU DIDN’T I DON’T HAVE LEE MOODS I DON’T WANT ANY TWORDS NO WAY SHUTTUP LOL 🙈🙈🥴🫣)

And when I feel that way… I can be satisfied from just a session alone. No sexy-parts stimulation needed :) for all of my needs to be met lol.

That kinda orgasm play is almost just a passive extra for me, fun if it happens (if the chemistry is right), and also just as fun if it doesn’t :) the main course is the twording, afterall~

Though there is an exception, the only time I’ll actively crave that kind of stimulation is kinda only when I’m in love with someone lol. I’m demisexual when it comes to regular vanilla stuff… for me: without love/deep connection, there can be no vanilla sexual desire XD ashdksla I don’t know why I’m shy rn sharing this lmao but here we are haha, I guess I don’t talk about vanilla sexy stuff a lot on here!

I hope this answered the question!! Thank you for asking 🥰🥰☺️

[saltyskeletonkidpasta]

I dont get why people like jack gibson. Not only do I think he's annoying and irrelevant I also think he so so gross and creepy and somehow the writers and fans love him?

I just cannot get over him implying he didn't need p*rn after maya made a comment about her and carina in the next room. Like hello these are supposed to be your friends have some respect it's not hard to not be creepy. And like dropping the pot of sp**m all over the carpet and he didnt even clean it up they made maya do it...absolutely revolting how the HELL is that supposed to be funny? If you found 5x16 funny please stay away from me I dont trust you. And to top it off another gross seed joke..which we already had like him giving them flowers would've been sweet but he immediately ruined it unnecessarily, and him making the entire thing abt himself like I dont wanna know what kind of porn he's into, I dont care abt what he wants/his involvement. I dont get how people think he is so kind and considerate like have you ever heard him talk? The locker room scene fe pissed me off so much like at what point was any of that to do with helping his friends out? It was all me me me..that was his whole motivation. He even went as far to call marina's potential kid a "little him" which after maya melted at the idea of a little CARINA that's like..devastating then was banging on about his "legacy" or whatever like mate this isnt abt you..even in 5x16 maya and carina having their discussion abt a pretty serious issue (being their trust) and jack just butts in like "uhhh well this isnt helping MY issue tho like seriously? Idk why the writers had to make Jack's bio family appear in that way like could they not do it ANY other way? And even if they really did have to do it that way there is no excuse for ALL of the focus to be in HIM and what HE wants and the disgusting dialogue used along with the annialation of carina's character. No one in there right mind would go for that and they even went as far to have carina freak out abt the idea of him NOT being involved right infront of maya aswell? That is so disrespectful to maya and to carina's character and to queer women in general. Carina had always been the smart independent mature one so fuck knows what the writers were thinking? And then it was all completely irrelevant anyway. They didnt even really delve into Jack's bio fam much and carina barely even cared he left.

Also he eats chicken in literally the grossest way I've ever seen then put the bone in the BEDROOM BIN like that is just gross who tf does that especially when it's not even your own house?

And he literally stood right outside marina's bedroom door while they were having sex and after his previous gross comment abt him being able to get off on that..that's disgusting🤢 I dont get what the writers were thinking like they do know who their audience is right? I dont get how they can read over anything in that storyline and think "oh yeah this is so good people will love this"💀 that's actually embarrassing for them but also they're disgusting for even trying it. Ngl I'm pretty sure queer women dont like being fetishised by straight men and like having sex in the same vicinity esp after comments like that..I mean he even asked maya if carina was like "good and ready" or something like bruh..you dont ask that!? I'm sorry but I dont care how awkward he is, I'm very awkward myself but I'm not creepy. It's just human decency to respect boundaries and not say things like that but jack had never respected boundaries throughout the entire show but this was the worst of what we saw of him but they didnt even have him leave afterwards😭 literally all they had to do was change Maya's line slightly like no dont go play music loudly get the fuck out!

That and exposing marinas private info to andy AND vic without permission..he had absolutely no right to tell them especially andy as it was really soon after and marina specifically said they wanted to wait and discuss things further before the next steps and he just blurted it out first chance he got.i really wish they'd let them have a go at him for that. Okay marina should've been much more clear and set proper boundaries beforehand and it would've been nice if paperwork was mentioned but still he is supposedly a "trustworthy guy" (despite him always being the least reliable and most likely to cause trouble on the team since day 1 but the writers were hell bent on giving him another redemption arc) and that is such a break of trust. Then with no consideration to the team or any of his friends just bails without a warning and left the station leaving andy at one of the most traumatic times of her life and left little pru after she lost her dad and lied to everyone yet was literally down the street for like 3 months...

He bailed on the clinic after like 2 sessions of it being open then ben and carina carried it to keep it going they could've very easily let it go under especially carina as she doenst even work at the station? Yet first thing he does when he sees it again is criticise..its not like they were scaring people off the clinic always looked super busy? He is just so ungrateful to what he has.

He made maya's injury all abt himself in 6x07 and how hard it would be for HIM to lose her and was confiding in he literal wife abt this then didnt even go and visit maya in hospital or find out if she was okay? And dont get me started on the whole pam thing in 6x09..listen I didnt like pam but you cant just go peeking in a private medical cubicle especially when you literally k ow there is a pregnant woman in there?!? And the absolute AUDACITY to accuse carina of cheating with his track record. So glad ben put him in his place especially when he implied he'd interfere if it was ben and bailey aswell like how fucking rude are you? but then it ended with him getting coddled again with him being sad boi :( and ben being like "dont worry you arent losing ur family" like this isnt abt you jack..also YOU are the one who bailed on the team and keeps disrupting its trust..? Thays just being a hypocrite like what abt you and andy, You and eva, you and maya, you and vic you and eva AGAIN? Like he was criticising carina when less than a month before he was sleeping with his dead teammates wife who he also slept with when he was still alive and was some what to blame for his death?

I hate him idc what anyone says he is the worst character simply bc he was so unnecessary. Like the only way the writers could keep him relevant was shoving him into business he didnt belong in.

[lavenderfeminist]

I’m trying not to need other lesbians validation on my sexuality but I cannot rid myself of the part of me that wants to be bisexual. If this is too nsfw pls ignore it, and I’m well aware it’s not particularly sane behaviour to ask a random woman ‘hey can u help me work through trauma’ but hey ho. I’m a lesbian, been out since I was 11, and only ever pecked a guy on the lips before saying it was wrong and I didn’t like it. Never dated a man, never want to. BUT! Due to extreme trauma I ended up with a p/rn addiction from 14 and as we all know that can cause desensitisation and the draw to more extreme content that made me uncomfortable- to the point where I’d only be able to consume things that made me feel uncomfortable such as s/ssy or trans or gay male content. I wasn’t attracted TO them, but just the endorphins of consuming something more and more extreme. I don’t want to date men, or sleep with men, and never will, and I know hand on heart I am a homosexual because without the addiction I would never dreamt of going near that, and I’ve only dated and slept with women, and now I am recovered it’s as arousing as looking at a slug. But why do I have part of me that really really hopes I can live a normal life and perhaps that disgust will go away? Maaaybe that watching something like that meant there was a part of me that could be convinced to like men? am I bisexual and kidding myself or just a really really traumatised lesbian? I know it’s the latter, I really do, but I can’t escape the need for another lesbian to go ‘yeah ur good’ because so many lesbians I’ve talked to have slept with men and I don’t see that and my situation as comparable

I mean I’m not qualified to get into the science of porn addiction, but if you are exclusively attracted to women and always have been and have only ever been with women and only ever will be, there’s absolutely no use in you trying to change that because of something you should never have been exposed to. Live your life the way that feels good and right to you; it sounds like that’s exclusively being with women. It’s something worth talking to future partners about for sure, but this is me saying “yes, you’re good, please don’t try to change yourself or what you want”.

[zot3-flopped]

https://www.tumblr.com/alarrytale/744512722861015040/sick-of-twitter-all-i-did-was-ask-for-larry-fic

I quickly want to point out the wording! This freak changed larry "smut" to larry "fic". SMUT is just P*RN. This 50 year old p*do was specifically looking for fic with graphic descriptions of children having sex. She wasn't looking for a cute fic about teenage romance. Romeo and Juliet and Twilight have zero descriptions of teenagers having sex. These grown adults do know the difference, they just want to be degenerates without being exposed. Good job on the harries shining a light on this predator!

👏👏👏 Romeo & Juliet was also written in 1595 when the age of consent in the UK was 12 years old, and the average life expectancy was 35. Completely different times.

[mundoperla]

What about… RZ Michael Myers doing something unholy, like he’s really horny, with his fem friend (also a patient) at the Smith’s Grove? Like in some corridor or smth 👀 Wall sex, whaaat???

Would be grateful and on my knees, thanks 🙏

this got me kicking my feet in the air like a schoolgirl rn

& its my favorite michael??? ofc im abt to tackle this tf😩💜

𝙍𝙕 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

— No matter how many cameras there are, there will always be blind spots.

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you see the title bitties here are the warnings vv

⚠️⚠️cws;; basically public sex, wall sex ofc, michael being HORNY, p in v but i think thats kind of expected, overall that nasty shit (lighthearted)⚠️⚠️

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Despite his lack of communication, Michael made your stay at Smith’s Grove much more pleasant. He never acted out or caused any type of problems when you first arrived, he’d been relatively calm for quite some time now. Always alone in his room, no sound, no nothing, just him making masks in silence.

It was his creativity that sparked your initial interest in him in the first place. His walls were cover from top to bottom in the masks he’d make in his alone time, many ranging from different colors and shapes. Truthfully he never wanted to interact with you whenever you’d make a quick pass by his room to go somewhere on the other side of the hospital, there was a point in time where he found you annoying even.

Yet no matter how much time passed you’d still swing by with a quick ‘hello!’. It escalated to a point where you would linger on the other side of his door and hold up one sided conversations with him, of course him never responding to you verbally. It was alright though, body language is able to tell you enough.

You did all of the talking for the two of you, which all though he never spoke aloud, he appreciated. He hasn’t spoken in years and by the looks of it he wasn’t going to any time soon. Trust me, Dr. Loomis has tried.

You were no threat to Michael to begin with, he had no reason to dismiss you unless he had become tired of your company; which very rarely happened. He was surprisingly as patient as you were with him, perhaps this was his own way of saying ‘thank you’.

The two of you were almost like a joined pair after he had grown slightly more comfortable around you, if you went somewhere—Michael followed, if Michael went somewhere — you would follow. It was shocking to everyone that he’d show even such a small form of attachment to another living being without brutally murdering it. Of course in the early stages of your ‘friendship’ the two of you were heavily monitored before you could be permitted to be in spaces together alone with just a nurse on standby.

“ I’m gonna go ask one of the doctors if I can have another juice, you want one too ? ”

Michael won’t verbally respond, but he will turn his eyes down to the floor at your question.

“ Alright so that’s a no. Sit tight I’ll be right back. ”

He watched you sit up from the table the two of you sat at, disappearing into one of the many hallways. He had originally got up to go and follow you like he always did, but something inside him told him not to, it had told him something else.

He ever so slightly considered you as some kind of companion, but he wanted you as something else. You were very beautiful to him and some of the other patients on your side of the building, it’s normal to think someone is nice looking. Yet he’d catch himself staring a bit too hard when you would do the simplest of things such as drinking some water or even when you stretched and a sliver of your stomach would be exposed. Was it also normal to have these filthy thoughts directed towards a so-called ‘friend’?

The bulge in his pants grew ever so larger the longer he sad and pondered. He needed to ‘fix’ this before you came back and saw. Would you think he was disgusting if you did see him this way? Surely you would.

You had come back to your shared table empty handed only to see that Michael was gone, maybe he’d gone back to his room? He could be tired, nothing wrong with just a quick swing by his door and wish him goodnight.

There were quite a few cameras the closer you got to Michael’s room, just as you turn into the corridor large hands yank you from the entrance to a darker corner of the hall. You’d mentally braced yourself to be strangled by this unknown person, but familiar blonde strands of hair loomed above you, of course the orange mask eased the tension much more.

Michael silently stared down at you, you could just barely see his sky blue eyes behind the paper mask. But now left the following questions, why was he just waiting in the corner? why is he now all of a sudden making actual physical contact with you? Truthfully one could only imagine the worst in the sense of it being correlated with him of all people, but the worst never came.

You’d opened your mouth to speak but you’re immediately silenced by the feeling of his erection pressing itself into your ass. He was rubbing himself against you now, still as silent as ever, showing no sign of satisfaction.

“ Mike- Michael! There’s cameras, we can’t do this here, we could get caught.. ”

Of course he doesn’t give you a verbal response, but this time will give you a slow twirl of his finger, telling you to look around you. There weren’t any cameras that could catch you in their line of sight, and the one camera that was much closer than the rest faced the opposite direction where you had originally been grabbed.

He was telling you it was safe to continue, you were clear to unfold. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the slightest bit aroused as him, maybe even more. Using his cold hands to slide under your shirt so he could squeeze the soft flesh of your breasts, to then slowly migrate under the fabric of your pants to rub you through your underwear. You’d began to grind back into him, trying to pull down his own pants down as well as your own so the two of you could ease this tension much quicker.

Michael had fantasized about how you would feel around his cock, the way you would squeeze him and the sounds you could make when he started to thrust, he couldn’t live with the possibility of another person pleasuring you instead of him. He needed to be the one to take you, you may not be aware but you’re in fact his and his only. Maybe he liked you alot more than what he initially thought.

Your body trembled as Michael moved your body slightly so you were now fully pressed against the wall with him standing behind you, one hand held you in place by the hip whilst the other began to align himself against your hole, knowing him there will be no auditory warning that he’d be sliding in. You’re not a pussy, you could take him, couldn’t you ?

Both of your hands rested on the white brick walls, truthfully you weren’t even sure he was going to fit inside. He’s taking his sweet time behind you. You’re really about to become his in a dark corner that surveillance could not reach, this could have been much better under different circumstances, but neither of you could chose the have sex in a different location at this time, you’ll take what you can get.

The stretch that followed after an agonizing 15 seconds of the man behind you pondering could be considered as beyond painful, your hand quickly covering your mouth to muffle your whimpers. He can feel your walls clamp around him, gushing uncontrollably by the sudden rush of pleasure. He’s not even halfway inside you yet, but you’ve got his pelvis and a small bit of the floor wet now, clearly you wanted this as much as he did.

You don’t get the luxury of Michael stopping in his tracks to let you breathe before he continues to push himself into you, however you get the honor or him bending himself over enough to cover your mouth with his own hands instead of your own. Now you just had to focus on keeping yourself steady while he takes what’s his.

You’d think he had never hear the word ‘gentle’ in his lifetime. His thrusts were fast yet also powerful, despite his hands covering your mouth small moans still escaped. He had just started yet you felt so fucked out already, your legs trembling, your juices dribbling down your thigh and back down onto the floor.

He fucks you like you’re a fleshlight, dominantly chasing his own high but still trying to get you to come undone as well. He’s intentionally trying to break you as much as possible before the two of you have to eventually wrap up, his hands shy away from your mouth, one to slither down to toy with your clit whilst the other grips onto one of your tits as he continues to pound himself into your cunt like a man possessed. He makes it impossible not to scream but you are aware to still keep your voice down as much as possible.

“ Michael.. Keep moving just like that.. I’m so- Fuck.. ”

Your voice had continued to quiver the longer he kept going, the coil in your belly was about to snap once again. Michael considered finishing inside as some kind of ‘mark’ to leave behind, but he could always wait for another time to have that visual. For right now it was your ass that he had decided on, he’d still get a satisfactory visual of himself on you.

Practically yanking himself out of you just as you had came, his warmth begins to coat your skin. You’re lightheaded and you could feel your legs about to give out as Michael let go of you. Silently admiring his ‘art’, he’d wiped a smudge of his mess off of you with his finger, bringing it up to your lips. It was sweet but also bitter, it was him. He could leave you here to clean yourself up so he could go back to his room, but based off of how you were struggling to keep yourself up, maybe he could just take you back to your own room before departing for the night.

He had taken the time to get you dressed back up as well as himself, pulling you out of the corridor down to the hallway opposite to your own room. Your hand felt so small in his, he was intimidating to many people, but you ? There was an odd sense of security from being this close to Michael. He stood with you for a brief moment after arriving to your room, with him he could have just been there to stare at you a while longer or he was silently examining you to get a clear visual that you were okay to be left on your own now. Could have just been both.

He was exhausted now, but also mildly flustered. So much had just happened and he could barely process it. He’s turned to walk back down to his own room so that you could get some sleep as well, but is quickly stopped buy the force of you clinging yourself onto one of his arms tightly.

“ Goodnight Mikey, we should definitely do that again at some point. ”

You’re hardly standing up straight yet you’ve asked him to.. again, too much to process. But he will take your request into consideration.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

apologies if the ending is messy i have no clue how to properly conclude shit i tried my best

[armitageshux]

I’m trying really hard to be understanding about this whole tumblr mess because people should be upset but like

this isn’t unexpected at all

the rise of “I shouldn’t have to see anything problematic ever, and instead of using available tools to protect myself from these problematic things, I demand that all such content be removed because no one should see it” rhetoric has inevitably been leading to something like this

don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that “all content should be morally pure” crowd is directly responsible for apple’s (or tumblrs) current battshittery 

but if you don’t see how an algorithm designed to eliminate a mention of, let’s say, ‘erectlon’ has decided that ‘Alec Lightwood’ is also problematic, then you must’ve crawled out from under a rock yesterday 

people say shit like “stories involving minors should be banned” without realizing that implementing something of the sort will inevitably result in the word “minor” being banned, whether we’re talking about minors, something unimportant, a school degree, or a whole set of fckn music chords

last time, tumblr didn’t ban p*rn, they banned pictures of hills and loaves of bread and a thousand other things that were in no way related to anything they were actually trying to ban

and then people spent the next two years going “we should ban problematic things” as if chasing off one person with exposed tits didn’t also mean chasing off thirty people who just liked to bake bread and twenty people who like to take pictures of barren hills, because, idk, they thought that was a fair trade?

and now they wanna know why the word “wax” on the banned list?

because this is literally what censorship devolves into, absolute absurdity, that, in its final form, makes a space utterly unusable even by those who were its most vehement supporters

[writingshushf1]

Hey! Can you do one with mick and Brazilian reader in which they meet in Rio de Janeiro because mick is there spending carnival with his friends and it gets spicy maybe smutty!! 🥵🥵

Devagarinho

Summary:  "We catch fire, we give yourself up without thinking. You kiss my neck, makes me goosebumps. Your hand all over my body, you love to lose yourself. No one does it better than you"

Rating: +18

Warnings: shameless smut, p!rn with a little bit of plot, fingering, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Word count: 1.6k

Note: this one- HONESTLY YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES, SO GOOD AND HOT???

masterlist

February. Thirty-three degrees, the sun was high in the sky, a crowd of people were strolling from one side to the other, the music was blasting. Some were dancing, many were drinking and others were kissing in the corners. You were holding a glass of strawberry caipirinha, trying not to dirty the accessories you wore on your arms.

It was a different situation from other years, after you found a better job and met different people, you were invited to celebrate carnival in a more exclusive place - so much so that you got to see a lot of famous people outside the trios elétricos. Sobriety was a thing of the past, you were drunk and having a lot of fun, this time of the year was all about party after party, staying up all night watching the samba schools parade in Sapucaí and drinking until your liver asked for help.

Mick Schumacher had never been to Carnival in Brazil before. So when he was coerced by some friends into wearing only gold shorts too short for his liking, going shirtless and being smeared with glitter, he was getting weirded out. Until he got to the street and saw that people didn't give a shit, they just wanted to have fun, he let loose a bit. The German felt a hand on his shoulder and as he turned, Lewis had a smile on his face, handing him a shot of jambu cachaça.

"Drink up. It makes your lips numb." The Brit laughed softly. "And it'll help give you some spunk."

He stared at the older pilot, a little fearfully, however he turned the shot over and grimaced - it wasn't light drink, let alone to be taken like that. Meanwhile, you noticed from afar the movement with the cachaça - as you were not sober, the courage hit you and you approached the two strangers.

"Ei! Onde ‘cê conseguiu isso?” (Hey, where did you get this?)

"Sorry? We don't speak Portuguese." Lewis replied.

"Porra, okay! Hm, where did you guys get the jambu cachaça?"

When Mick looked at you, his cheeks turned red just like your costume. He clearly wasn't paying attention to the conversation as his eyes were elsewhere on your body. The costume fitted your body so well, letting your curves exposed and the deep red colour matched your skin tone.

"Schumacher!" Hamilton brought his attention back. "Show the Brazilian girl where the hooch is." He then pointed at one of his friends, slapping him twice on the shoulder. "Good carnival." The Brit cracked a sneaky smile and walked away from the two of you.

"Uhm... So, it's there, come on." He took your hand and pulled you in, as you signalled to your friend that he was a tremendous hottie.

"How am I supposed to know if I should trust you?"

"Because I've had one shot, so if something happens, it happens to me too. Besides the numbness on my lips and my name is Mick."

"You've never had jambu cachaça before, have you?" You also said your name to him.

"No. It was the first time and wow. First time at carnaval too."

"Losing your carnival virginity, how cute."

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It's pretty cute, though."

"Really?" He cracked a smile, taking the shot for you. Without even waiting, you turned the small glass over and let the liquid burn in your throat. "I'd like to have another one, but I don't know if that's a good idea."

"You don't need to have another one, Schumacher." You said his last name in a Brazilian Portuguese accent before holding his face and bringing your face closer against his. "May I?"

He didn't answer, just let his lips join yours, starting a hot kiss. Your tongue quickly went to meet his as your free hand landed on his glitter filled chest, cracking a smile in between as you felt his teeth tugging on your bottom lip lightly. His hands indiscreetly went to your thighs, pulling your body against his. When air was needed, you chuckled softly, running kisses down his jaw, smearing the red lipstick you were wearing on his lips. His silly grin was one of the cutest things you'd ever seen.

"Well Lewis said you guys were really good kissers."

"So does that mean you want a replay, gringo?"

"Hey!"

"Come on, just a nickname, blondie."

"If you kiss me again, I might be able to let it go."

What no one had warned Mick - which you knew all too well, was that jambu cachaça was an aphrodisiac.

A few hours later you were inside an uber, heading to the mansion he was spending with his friends - in the Leblon neighbourhood. You held your chin up so it wouldn't fall off when you saw the beautiful house inside a chic condominium. As soon as you entered, he pressed your body against the door.

"No one's home?" You asked.

"All enjoying the carnival. We're going against the flow."

You watched the pool from afar, holding his hand and pulling him to the back of the house. When you got there, you removed your shoes and other accessories, throwing yourself against the water. Then you felt that he was also in the pool. Mick came close to you, pulling your legs around his waist, pressing your back against the pool wall.

"Gostoso."

"What?"

"It means you're a hottie."

"Well... You're... Gostosa? That’s how you say it?”

“Yeah, gostosa.”

You passed your thumb against his chin, smiling and leaving small kisses around his jaw and ear. He closed his eyes, groaning at the feeling of your wet lips against his feverish skin.

“I need you so bad…” He murmured, holding your body closer and getting into the steps of the pool, going out with you still holding his body.

Mick laid you in a sunbed, letting his hands roam your body while you watched with a mischievous smile plastered on your face. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the heat wasn’t bothering you at all, the only thing you wanted was him inside of you.

He started a rough kiss, grabbing your hips and colliding against his - in reaction, you grabbed his shoulders, pulling so that your chest was pressed into his. Slowly, your bodies were grinding and you could feel his hardness, so big and thick it made you wet just from the thought. 

“Can I?” The blonde was holding your trousers and you made a positive signal, so he pulled them down.

His fingers travelled your body for a few seconds until they found its place: against your clit. They were a bit calloused, but gently torturing - and he knew it, going slow on your sensitive bud was the best teasing. You moaned, closing your eyes and panting for more, so he put his index finger inside of you, pumping in and out while his thumb made quicker movements on top of your clit.

“Meu Deus, Mick…” Your hand went towards his shorts, groping his erection through the fabric. (Oh God, Mick…)

“What do you want, baby?” He quickened his pace and you let whimpers escape your lips, knowing you’re close.

“Tu.” (You)

“You already have me.”

“Inside of me.”

“Already inside.” The curved tip of his fingers were getting into your G point, which was overwhelming at its best.

“Fucking… Me… With…” You couldn’t finish the phrase, letting moans through your lips while you had your orgasm.

You were recovering from your high and he had the biggest drunk smile, getting naked and taking your top out. Mick bit his lip when he saw your breasts, lowering his head to kiss you, however he kept going down until his lips were against one of your nipples, giving the attention it needed while the other was being pinched - and he didn’t forget to invert the situation, because both of them deserved the same attention. 

Schumacher let you sit on his lap, straddling him, holding your hips and slowly lowering your body for him to be inside of you. He was big so you grabbed his back, hiding your head into the crook of his neck. The German saw your reaction, stopping moving and making you look at him.

“Move only and if you feel comfortable, okay?”

“Okay.”

Then he started a hot and slow kiss, taking the time with you, letting your tongues move together, enjoying the moment between you two. After a few minutes with your body getting used to his size, you looked at him, starting to move your hips against his.

The pace was calm, letting you feel him properly - it felt like your body was going to split from his size. He couldn’t hold his moans, you were so tight and small around him, it made the blonde even hornier.

Gradually, the pace was getting quicker because you were getting more used to it, so he understood as a green sign for him to move his body against yours - fast and rough, that’s when your moans couldn’t be stopped, it was such a pleasurable moment. When his hand lowered to your clit, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist for too long, the mix of feeling filled up by his dick and hitting the good spots, besides the good pressure on top of your sensitive bud. 

Schumacher also wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer, with a fast pace, the tightness, your body moving against him to give even more pleasure and the kisses you started to distribute around his neck. He was groaning and becoming a mess just like you already wore, so his thrusts were messier and deeper, causing you to whimper. 

“I’m… Going to…”

“Okay, okay…”

He came inside of you, holding your body against him with one hand while the free one made sure you were going to have pleasure - and you sure did it, after feeling him filling you up, you moaned loud and he kept moving, bringing you to orgasm.

[storiesforallfandoms]

my queen ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1503

request?: yes!

@gar-goyle “Hi! Can you write a smut with fluff about MGK as a submissive?”

“Hi i love your writing and I was wondering if you could make a kinky imagine with machine gun kelly thank you!!”

“Could you please do more sub mgk”

description: in which he likes to be submissive for his girlfriend and treat her the way she deserves to be treated

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (pet names, dom/sub, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, p*rn without plot honestly)

masterlist (one, two)

He was on his knees in front of you, knelt between your legs with a blindfold covering his beautiful blue eyes. He was waiting in anticipation, but with withering patience you could tell.  That just made you smirk to yourself.

Ever since you found out that Colson liked to be submissive for you, you liked to see how far you could take the dominance thing. It was not something you were used to, but you were very much enjoying testing the boundaries of your dominance over him.

This time, you were laid back on your shared bed, propped up on your elbows looking down at the tied up and blindfolded Colson. You were completely naked while Colson still had on just his boxers. His erection was desperately trying to escape, but he knew better than to push his luck and do something without being given permission.

“What do you say?” you asked him.

“Can I please taste you, my queen?” asked your obedient pet.

You smirked widened as you responded, “Yes, pet.”

You guided him towards your waiting pussy. He stuck out his tongue and lapped a long stripe through your folds. A long moan escaped from your lips.

“Can I have more, my queen?” he asked.

“Yes, my pet.”

He dove into your pussy like he was a starving man and it was his first meal in weeks. You fell back flat onto the bed, becoming a moaning mess because of Colson’s tongue. He was trying his best to hold himself up with his hands tied in front of him, but the more he would slip forward the deeper his tongue dived into you, which definitely did not make you want to untie him. He pulled against his restraints, dying to touch you but knowing he’d never get what he wanted if he did.

Colson was a professional with his tongue. He had you writhing in pleasure on the bed just from feeling his tongue swiping through your folds. He ate your pussy like his life depended on it, because he knew he’d be rewarded for such good behavior.

That was your agreement during these moments: you cam at least twice before he was allowed to cum, and at least one of those had to happen before you would even touch his dick.

Tonight, he was desperate. He needed to be inside of you. At this rate, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

Lucky for him, your orgasm came quick and hard. Your back arched off of the bed, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you, Colson’s name tumbling from your lips between moans and exclamations of pleasure. He continued licking your sensitive clit, knowing he wasn’t finished until you told him he was finished. When you pushed him away due to overstimulation, he nearly fell flat on his ass.

“Can I feel you now, my queen?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you said, still panting to catch your breath. “Do you think you’ve been a good boy, my pet?”

He nodded his head, but you took hold of his chin to stop him. “You know your queen prefers when her pet uses his words.”

“Yes my queen. I think I’ve been a good enough boy to be allowed to touch you.”

You took his bound hands in yours and pressed them against your exposed breasts. He sucked in a breath between his teeth as you guided his hands to knead your breasts. Your nipples hardened against his palms, and you encouraged him to pinch them between his fingers. You moaned in response.

“Is that good enough, my pet?” you asked.

He shook his head.

“No? Is there somewhere else pet wants to touch?”

He nodded. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his desperation.

You untied his hands, a slight sigh of relief escaping his lips, and proceeded to lower one of his hands between your legs while the other stayed cupped to your breast. He groaned as his fingers ran through your folds, collecting your juices onto his digits.

“I think you’ve been very good, my pet,” you told him. “I think you more than deserve to get a good feel of your queen.”

Knowing what you meant, a small wet spot appeared on Colson’s boxers. You pulled him to his feet and turned him so that he was the one with his back to the bed. You pushed him down so hard that he actually bounced when his back hit the mattress. You pulled at the waistband of his boxers and he lifted his hips so you could pull them down his legs and discard them onto the floor. His hard dick sprung free, stood at full attention for you.

You climbed onto the bed so that you could straddle his lap. His hands found your hips, holding you steady as you hovered over his hard member. You took hold of him and brushed the tip against your clit before lining it up with your entrance. Even just the slight feeling of you brushing against him had Colson wanting to buck his hips upwards and immediately fill you up, but he knew he had to be patient. Even if it was hard to do so, he’d prefer finally getting the release he needed over whatever punishment you may have in mind if he was disobedient.

When you finally started lowering yourself onto him, Colson let out a groan that was a mixture of pleasure and relief. Feeling your warm, wet walls around him felt like heaven on Earth. Having the blindfold still on made the sensation of feeling you around him so much stronger, but he wanted to be able to see you as well. Feeling you was not enough anymore. He had to see your beautiful face while you rode him to completion.

“Can I take the blindfold off, my queen?” he asked before you could start moving.

You chuckled. “You’re getting a bit demanding, aren’t you pet?” you asked.

He shook his head quickly. “No, my queen. I just love to watch you while you ride me.”

You had only been teasing him, but you thought his confession was sweet. You decided to give him what he wanted and took the blindfold from his eyes and throw it onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. It took him a moment to get used to the light in the room, but when he did he fixated his gaze on you.

“There’s those blue eyes I love to see,” you said. “Need anything else before I start riding you, my pet?”

“N-no my queen. Please, I just want to feel you ride me.”

You placed your hands on his chest and started moving your hips. You started first with a slow grinding motion, building up the friction between the two of you. Your combined moans filled the room as you started to pick up the pace from just a grind to a bounce. Soon, the moaning was joined by the sound of skin slapping against skin as your movements became quicker.

Colson could feel his orgasm beginning to build, but he knew you hadn’t had your second one yet. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold it back when he finally reached his peak.

“I-I’m so c-close, my queen,” he said. “P-Please, I need to c-cum.”

“Wait, my pet,” you told him. “Your queen is getting close. When I tell you, you can cum.”

He almost made a noise in disapproval, but he managed to stop himself. He tried his hardest to hold his orgasm back, but looking up at you - your hair a beautiful mess, your eyes closed and mouth slightly open as moans tumbled from it, your tits bouncing in front of his face - it was hard to not feel so turned on. He was the luckiest man alive to have someone as beautiful as you.

“F-Fuck,” you stuttered, and Colson knew that meant you were right on the edge. You reached down and took hold of one of his hands, lacing your fingers together as you looked into his eyes. “Cum with me, pet.”

That was all he needed to hear. With permission granted, he let himself topple over the edge. You exclaimed in pleasure as well and he felt your walls contracting around him as he coated them with his cum.

You were both breathing heavily and you slumped over slightly. Once you had both rode out your highs, you slowly lifted yourself off of him and rolled onto the bed next to him. You were both panting and coated in sweat mixed with your own juices. Your hand was still intertwined with Colson’s for a brief moment before he pulled away from you to stand from the bed.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I’m gonna grab us some cloths to clean up,” he said.

“I could’ve done that, babe.”

“You did enough. You can rest while I get us cleaned up.”

You smiled up at him. “Such a good boy.”

[justlulu]

To make him happy

A./N. God this is so embarrassing. I have no idea where I found the courage to publish this sh*t. For real. It’s way too explicit to be legal, but in my defense I was a h*rny little bitch when I wrote this. I’m only reposting it here because I want to have it somewhere else other than on Wattpad (Castle000). I’ll probably publish more stuff soon enough. Straight up p*rn, I won’t say more.

Warnings: dub/con, nudity, dirty talk, smut

<Klaus was a man of power and control.>

She just couldn't help it.

It was like a part of her brain had taken over the entire thing, and it wouldn't stop pulling until she had completed the task.

The task being pleasuring her Sire, making sure he was constantly satisfied, taking care of his every need, and not giving herself peace unless he was happy. She put him before her and everything else, she felt good if he did, but it wasn't love.

No, it was the bond that linked them, a natural compulsion installed in her brain the moment she took her first-second first- breath when she was brought back to life. It was more than rare, an absolute first for a human to be sired to an immortal creature, but then again, you would expect at least one little surprise when the blood of an original hybrid used in a black magic spell is the cause of your second chance at lite.

She would have still been grateful-how could she not?-even though she had yet to find out why it was that he had decided she should be resurrected, but it would have stopped at a 'thank you', and a potential paid debt.

Instead, the sirebond had other plans.

It made her wish to make him proud, seek his approval.

It made her grind her wet center, covered by a pink lacy underwear-now as wet itself- on the expensive fabric of his dark blue trousers, because he had wanted her to.

Soft flesh on hard muscle, frantically sliding back and forth, it made her throw her head back, exposing her white neck, mouth opened, eyes closed, and it made her moan his name again and again, in a whispered prayer, because she knew it aroused him.

He sat there, on his armchair next to the fireplace in his Mystic Falls manor, relaxed, taking advantage- as he always did- of the newly discovered collateral effect of his blood. Arms relaxed on the luxurious red armsets, he made his pet work alone, no corrections, no compliments. Being ignored usually made them work harder, in the effort of hearing any appreciative response from his part.

He was testing her, he wanted to know how low she was willing to go for him -and whether she could stop-before her dignity kicked in.

This was his thought when he ordered her to stop her movements and stand before his hungry eyes. He was hard, his cock had been begging to be set free from the confines of his tight boxers from the moment she had shyly stripped out of her sundress-that he had suggested her to wear- and blushed as he had told her to ride his leg.

Klaus was the original hybrid, thus his senses were so amplified he could almost taste her arousal on his tongue, so intoxicating it took a ton of control not to rip the remaining clothes she had and take her right there, on the soft carpet, without useless ceremonies.

However, his desire to explore his new power on the young girl was a more tantalizing idea.

"Why don't you take it off for me?" His index finger pointed at the push-up bra he had dressed her into, which already gave him a satisfying view of her creamy globes.

She tried her best to focus, but any reason why she shouldn't do as he said was helplessly shouting behind a soundproof glass in her brain, so she proceeded.

Klaus' uncomfortably hard manhood twitched as soon as the bra hit the floor, his mouth watering at the sight: her breasts were small, but firm and round, he could already see himself squeezing them in his hands, her pink nipples were hard despite the near flames in the room, she didn't need to be cold to shiver. The way his lust filled eyes were analyzing her intimate parts was starting to make her self conscious, for she lowered her head and was just about to raise her hands to her chest when he stopped her.

"Hands off, sweetheart, don't be shy, you're exquisite."

His poor words of admiration managed to warm her heart-brain-and she was soon giving herself a point for being good at whatever she thought was her job.

"Do you ever touch yourself? Be honest." Her cheeks were burning as she nodded, trying to avoid his inquisitive eyes.

"Then let me see how you do it, will you? Slowly

She wasn't that experienced, that was clear, she clumsily caressed her upper body and cupped her breasts, a small yet short moment of relief from being covered. His eyes followed her hands as she massaged and slightly squeezed herself before pinching her nipples, making them stand out even more. He had no clue where he was taking the immense will to keep still and watch from, trousers starting to become way too uncomfortable to be left closed. He had stopped her right in the middle of her orgasm earlier, leaving her pussy throbbing, inner walls pulsing, desperate for the release he had stolen from her.

He noticed her quietly squeezing her thighs to get some friction and he stopped that as well, amusingly ordering her to keep her legs apart.

He chuckled when she emitted a quiet (not for him) moan, tensing her legs to keep them from closing again.

"Do you see what you just did?" She looked at the prominent bulge between his legs. A nod.

"You have to take care of it now. Kneel." She sank to her knees with both hands on her thighs, and mentally cursed when he gave her a stern look for shutting them again. He widened them with his right foot but did not comment. She waited for him to give her instructions, but when he only raised his eyebrows, she started to unfasten his leather belt, unbutton his trousers and pushed the zip down.

She was about to take him out when he stopped her.

"No. We're gonna put that mouth to good use. Hands behind your back." As she did that he pulled his stiff manhood out of his boxers and stoke it once, her eyes hypnotically following his hand, like a dog in front of a bone. He chuckled at the astonished look on her face, he knew he was well-endowed but then again, she had probably never seen a man at all. "I know, a work of art." Her whole face went red again, her embarrassment amusing him even more.

"Go on." He didn't move closer, so she had to lean forward in order to reach him, her breasts crushing against the edge of the armchair. She had never given a blowjob, but she counted on what she could remember from the porn videos she secretely watched under the covers at night.

She started with a tentative lick, just the tip of her tongue tasting the waters. It felt good to finally feel something, but he purposely kept himself from making any sound. He enjoyed watching her try harder and harder to please him. When her flat tongue caressed the whole underside of his length though, base to tip, he couldn't control his breath from catching in his throat, muscular thighs stiffing.

She repeated the motion, feeling every vein pulsing where her tongue met his skin. It was only when her chin pressed against his large testicles, stimulating him further, that he shifted his hips to get closer to the source of such pleasure. She immediately took the hint and moved south, happily lapping at his balls; had she not been compulsed by the urge of providing him with pleasure, she would have surely felt humiliated-if not degraded-by her own actions; kneeling almost totally naked at a stranger's feet, legs spread, while sucking his scrotum was not a position she would have ever expected to find herself in; however, the absurdity of what she was doing was completely clouded by the satisfaction of knowing she was making her Sire feel good.

His pleasure was her pleasure, and soon she wished her hands weren't still behind her back. Her sex was leaking, she could feel it, and he could smell it.

"Look at you, getting wet for sucking my balls. You want to make me proud, mh? A soft moan, which didn't quite escape her preoccupied mouth, finally broke his patience. The time to sit and take was over. He roughly fisted her blonde hair in his right hand and pulled slightly backwords, arching her slender neck. The sight of her chin, shiny from the precum he had previously coated his shaft with, almost made him spill in her face.

His back left the comfortable chair as he elegantly adjusted to take a better position for what he was about to do.

"Open" Hand gripping the heavy base of his penis, the hybrid directed it toward her mouth, his husky voice making her quickly obey his firm order, not that she would have questioned him otherwise.

As soon as her lips parted he traced them with his tip, a wolf claiming his territory. Before inserting himself into her hot mouth, As soon as her lips parted he traced them with his tip, a wolf claiming his territory. Before inserting himself into her hot mouth, he took a moment to paint her whole face with his cock; Klaus was a man of power and control, who wouldn't dare to waste any chance of proving he was the one in charge. He felt the compelling need to make others submit to him, and then proceed to remind them in every way he could. He wanted the girl at his feet to focus entirely on him, and know that in that moment she solely lived for his relief. He needed to invade her senses, his smell in her nose when his wet tip neared her nostrils, his touch, hot and heavy, when he rested his throbbing shaft on her forehead, smooth as it rubbed down against her left cheek, his taste, when he finally eased himself inside her waiting mouth.

She couldn't manage much of a movement given her position, her head was held in place by his strong grip, whereas her mouth was so stretched out by his size it couldn't do much except awkwardly wrapping itself around him and let him slide in.

She failed at using her tongue, but he didn't seem to notice, at this point he could easily let himself come by fucking her throat without any added ministrations from her part.

He managed to control his speed, not wanting to choke her at her first attempt at oral sex, but he couldn't help himself from pushing as deep as her gag reflex permitted. It didn't take much for his tip to touch the back of her throat, more due to his impressive length than to how far it went. Her eyes instantly watered as she emitted a chocked sound. Her hands moved out of reflex, planting themselves on both of his knees. He didn't let her push away from his crotch, but he didn't mention anything about her having changed the position he had ordered her gathered the information for later use. If her brain had been able to overpower her compulsion, it meant that her physical skills did have a say in the bond. She would do what she could do.

He reasoned that taking his thick member all the way down her throat at the first go wasn't something she could do, and he slowly withdrew, taking a questionable amount of fluids along, until the head was a couple of centimeters fro her lips.

She loudly coughed as soon as he pulled out and hang her head between her shoulders as she tried to take deep breaths, unconsciously spitting a bit of saliva on the carpet. His fist had left her hair, and his warm hand was now gently rubbing her neck as she caught her breath.

He felt slightly guilty for the unpleasant experience, but he wasn't one to apologize.

She beat him at this.

"I'm sorry.." she uttered in a throaty whisper, keeping her head down. There was nothing worst for the girl at the moment, than disappointing her sire.

He moved his hand to brush the hair from her face, and then raised her head by her chin, careless of the stickiness attached to it. He enjoyed the submission, whether it was her inexperience that made her believe it had been her fault, or her desperate need to fulfill her duty. Taking part of the blame would have compromised his dominant act, he opted for a forgiving tone instead.

"You'll make it up to me, love. Let's try the other way around." He encouraged her to get closer to his crotch, while leaning back against the armchair again, effectively resuming their previous position.

"Wrap your mouth around the head", was his first instruction. It was so much easier to do so when she was controlling her movements; his size was the still huge, but she managed to go down on him a little bit more, not too much to reach her throat but enough to fill her mouth.

"That's it, suck it" His words came out in a purr, and she glanced his way to make sure he was actually enjoying her work. He most certainly was; neck and shoulders relaxed, head resting backwords, eyes closed and lips slightly parted, he looked like he was in another dimension. He had been holding back for so long, even the lightest caress felt like an explosion of pleasure.

She closed her eyes and hollowed her cheeks, taking note of his pungent taste for the first time, before starting to slowly bob up and down.

"Good girl" One of his hands was now petting her head, knowing his affection was the motor for her effort. She sped up, indeed, exited by the appellation, while he used his free hand to stroke what she couldn't take.

He looked down at the girl between his legs, the sight eventually making his balls tighten, his member violently twitch in her mouth, loads of hot, salty sperm finally spilling in her mouth.

"Swallow it all." He ordered, deeply inhaling as he came down from his high. "Look at me while you do it, love."

She kept her eyes on his lidded ones as she gulped his cum, her moving throat clearly showing it. She then spontaneously proceeded on cleaning his entire shaft. not letting even one drop go to waste. He let her, until he softened, partially so.

The reproductive system of a wolf was naturally made for breeding, in order to enlarge the pack and make it stronger, both males and females had to be provided with a lot more stamina than a human being, which would make the coupling last longer and the chance of pregnancy rise. Heats, ruts, long lasting ejaculation and an absolutely above-average amount of seed came as a consequence. Being a vampire had accentuated it all.

That explained why his member was still hard and his balls still full, not satisfied at all after a single orgasm.

Luckily for him, he had all he needed right in front of him.

She was instantly on her feet when he ordered her to remove her damp panties, her hands moving without her brain's consent, sliding the material down her thighs and letting it pool at her feet. He maneuvered her so that she was facing the opposite side of the room, and most importantly, giving him a perfect view of her naked ass, which was at his eye level. His perverted mind provided him with images of those smooth, porcelain cheeks covered by deep bite marks and fresh blood, jiggling under the force of his thrusts as he took her back entrance.

He let his hands gently caress her thighs, moving upward until they reached the underside of her glutes, thumbs moving symmetrically to spread them. He heard her heartbeat gradually increase, noticed the blood rising to her face and neck, painting it red. So embarrassingly exposed, her body tried to close itself under his gaze, muscle contracting as much as it could before he decided to torment her puckered hole, circling and tapping it just to show he had control on her most private part. As if I didn't know already.

She didn't have time to be relieved when his finger left her asshole, for it swiftly found her swollen pussy lips and spread them to test the remaining liquid. She rolled her hips out of reflex when his wise fingers pressed against her outer lips, a frustrated sigh when he didn't move further.

"Tonight you'll learn to beg, sweetheart" He finally got up, still standing behind her, and circled her waist with his left forearm, wrists included, blocking her movement; backside crushed on his cock, which he didn't bother putting back in his pants, hardening on the cleft of her soft ass, front paralyzed by his strong arm, crushed by his fingers which did not dare move a millimeter. All she could do was tense in his grip and hope he would give her something.

He didn't.

Still cupping her sex, he flashed them upstairs, right in front of the big mirror in his bedroom, sitting behind her on the edge of his enormous bed in a way that had her legs spread open by his knees, which kept them from closing. They moved too fast for her to notice, but as soon as they were in his private area, she could smell his cologne all around her. It registered in her brain faster than the sight of their reflection on the glass.

She was never a cheerleader, nor did she do gymnastics, but still her thighs could be stretched wide enough to grant him a spectacular view of her bare pussy, vulnerable and at his mercy.

It would have been the most arousing scene, if she had actually consented it.

"Now tell me what you want" his lips brushed her right ear when he talked, before moving down to her neck, causing her head to tilt to the left.

His words echoed in her brain, dancing in her altered neural circuitry in search of an answer, but as much as she tried to avoid it, there was no questioning what it wanted. To make him happy.

"Now love, I can do this all night long." His words were accompanied by the slightest movement from his fingers pressed on her sex. A hint of what he could give her and a threat of what he could deny.

"I can build you up for hours and take it away every single time" With a barely there touch, he traced her clit once, smirking when she tried to jolt and failed, only managing to tense her lower body. 'All you need to do is ask nicely." His fingertips brushed her inner lips, exploring her entrance but never penetrating it.

All she needed to do was the most humiliating thing ever. Dirty talk was not her thing, dirty talk with a stranger was absolutely out of question. Until now. She closed her eyes, as if it would change the fact that she was in his arms, completely naked and unmistakably wet.

"I. I want." The words dissolved on her tongue.

His nose was so close to her pulsing artery, inhaling the smell of her blood as it pumped faster than usual. " Yes?"

"Please.."

"Please what, love?" His hands were still torturing her sex, caressing it with the back of his fingers as she writhed in his embrace.

"Please touch me" She managed to utter, swallowing her pride.

"Oh but I am." His accented voice sang directly in her ear. "Can't you feel it?" Not so much.

"More"

"You'll have to be more specific, sweetheart." His index finger traced her slit, before circling the bundle of nerves. She could feel her clit swelling, begging to get some attention.

"Please touch my clit"

"Here we go. Now open your eyes and say it again" Her stomach crunched when she met his daring eyes, and she finally came to the conclusion that he wouldn't make it easy for her, I might as well make this faster.

"Please touch my-oh, oh my..” He finally pressed two fingers directly on her clit, sending a wave of pleasure powerful enough to reach her toes. "That's it, was it that difficult?" His tone of voice was clearly mocking but she couldn't care less at the moment. She frantically shook her head and rested it on his shoulder, eyes closed again. A series of "please" and "don't stop" kept him rubbing her pussy, alternating his speed between unbelievably fast and torturously slow. He kept He kept her onthe edge for so long just to hear her sweet pleas whenever she was about to reach an orgasm, just to slow down and tell her to "beg him better".

"I just don't think you actually need it that much, love."

He jokingly explained as he watched her face, sweaty and contorted, mouth opened in an 'O' shape as a waterfall of moans and sighs came out of it. She had long passed the part where she'd tried to suppress any erotic sound he had so easily evoked.

"Oh please, Klaus, please I do, I need to come, please."

He smiled at her words, gradually increasing his speed as he continued to rub her clit and now puffy lips, taking her to yet another peach. She gasped loudly when instead of just slowing down, denying her pussy probably for the tenth time, he swiftly inserted his entire middle finger to feel the way her walls contracted when she was about to come. The sudden intrusion had her pussy squeezing his digit as tight as it could, making him wonder just how it would react to his much bigger cock. I can't wait to be inside of vou.

He kept still as she adjusted to the new sensation, only moving when he felt her grip on him relaxing a bit. She was so wet it was easy to add a second finger without it bothering her, pushing both all the way in and starting a slow caress from the inside. He resumed rubbing her clit as a third finger entered her, to overcome the slightly painful stretch and keep her body relaxed in his. His speed gradually increased, and consequently her cries of pleasure, until he was effectively fingerfucking her and she was screaming like a pornstar.

"Open your eyes, love. I want you to look in the mirror."

The sight was shocking and arousing at the same time, his hand was fingering her so fast that she couldn't actually see its shape, the friction making her cunt tremble from the inside as if it was having an electric shock.

This time, when he stopped, leaving her walls visibly closing around the air, she couldn't help the frustrated scream that came out of her mouth, nor the useless jerking in his grip, which only made him laugh at her.

"What's wrong, love? Did you say anything?"

Bastard. She hated him so much in that moment. Not only was he manipulating her into doing all of this, but he wasn't even making it enjoyable for her.

However, that thought wasn't as strong as the need to have a release, which had her completely loose control, making her sound like a horny slut.

"Please…please I beg you- need to- please I.. just-make me come please- it.. I can't take…. nymore-please Klaus-beginning..please.let me come, please." He smiled in victory as he listened to her pleading, never giving her peace, but keeping one finger still at her entrance, casually dipping it in and retracting when her desperate pussy would try to close around it. "You want to come for your Master, huh?"

"Yes, oh plea- yes, I-my. pussy- please let me…. come for you- I need to come so bad-I.."

"And you will." He offered her his right hand, drenched in her juices, and she didn't waste a second before enveloping his long fingers and sucking them clean. "On my cock."

The new information had moaning around his fingers, while pressing her bare ass against his rock-hard shaft behind it, shamelessly inviting him to take action, and he knew he had broken her walls down, dignity long forgotten, and gotten himself a brand new slave.

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A./N. I'm such a bitch for ending it here, I know. It's been two months since the last update, so I sincerely hope the wait was worth; I put a lot of etfort into this one, hopefully it came out nice.

Anyways, next one will see King Klaus having fun with one of our TVD girls, can you guess who?

Also, votes and comments really motivate me, so I don't wanna sound desperate but pleeeease, I beg you to leave something.

[strawberry-nugget]

𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 | E.Kirishima x Reader

Pairing: Kirishima/ reader, Bakugo/ reader (mentioned)

Summary: You shouldn't want him and he shouldn't want you, it's sinful and forbidden. But he can't help coming back to you, and you can't do anything but take him in every single time. Until today that is.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Aged up characters (twenties), NSFW 18+, plot with some p//rn but it's not very detailed, unprotected sex (please use condoms everyone), cheating, casual penetrative sex, jealousy, the seggz is pretty vanilla though

↪A/N: tennis player Kirishima, tennis player Kirishima, idk how I came up with it but I can't get it out of my head, written for @doinmybesthere 's 3k event collab and based on The Hills by the Weeknd, don't be shy to tell me if you liked it, I almost wrote 4k in a day which is unusual for me

5.30pm [Missed Call: Red]

5.31pm [Missed Calls(2): Red]

The bubbling notifications are spamming your phone, each call, succeeding the other in persistence and length, making your phone crawl onto your coffee table in restless buzzing. To your salvation the device is on silent; you're just unable to bear the overwhelming sound of your ringtone echo through the empty walls of your apartment, to let it bounce between concrete like a slimy ball, only for it to hit you on the face with tremendous force.

It's one of those days that you can't answer Kirishima. Too perplexed in the wields of your mind, blaming yourself for this horrendous situation, delivering raw swears at him for simply existing.

You don't know how it came to this nor when was the exact moment things switched. Was it at the party that you met him? Or the thousandth time you took him in and let him ruin relationship after relationship. Either way it was horrible for not only you, but also him, and all the people that have been caught up in the sidelines of this rotten affair.

You shouldn't want this anymore and truly, you don't. You're tired of being the second choice, of hiding behind your little finger, crying yourself to sleep at night, only to put on a sultry face for every time he comes. Once, twice a month.

[New Messages: Red]

Babe, you there?

Read 5.38pm

[New Messages: Red]

Babe I got practice at 8.

I know you're reading those.

Read 5.39pm

[Red is typing…]

[New Messages: Red]

I'm outside btw

A fresh, tremendously sharp wave of anxiety rushes through you at the little notification -it can't be like this again, not today. The thudder in your chest is unbearable, heart too weak to stomach the weight of your decision, fingers too reluctant to type out your response.

He's probably smirking while staring at his phone, not a single care in his head. It's loathing to your mind as you confirm your speculation, shooting a glance out of your window, landing your eyes on his car.

He shouldn't be here.

His thousands dollar car doesn't belong in your urban street, not in your side of the town. And it's so dangerous that he's doing this to see you. You've played the worst scenarios in your head a thousand times, millions of headlines on sites and the news about this; Eijirou Kirishima, on his way to claiming a fifth Grand Slam, caught in affair with university student.

Atrocious, degrading, exposing. A hit to his career that would bother the media for a couple of weeks and paint your name in mud along the way.

Why can't he just be content with the model that he's with? You're nothing like her, not as pretty and you don't have her body, you don't have her face, but he still says he finds you better, says he knows you better, but he just can't be with you.

[You]

Can't do it today

Sorry

You're good to yourself, only when you deny him and only when you feel the satisfaction of being the one to do so. It's pointless to sulk over saying no. He can go fuck other girls, play with their hearts and leave you to your otherwise peaceful life. Even if it is just for today.

You don't have the chance to let a smile creep to your face when your doorbell rings. The jiggling sound bursts into your eardrums once and twice, three dreaded times and they're enough to make your stomach churn, your neck tight and your skin ache.

You contemplate on opening the door for him, subconsciously letting yourself feel like a vulnerable prey, who, after running away to save yourself, is choosing to walk into the wolf's den, so willingly that you can feel yourself drifting away with each step you're taking towards the door.

"Babe,"

The swing of your door handle, the crack of your wrist, the creaking of your door as it opens to reveal him; they're all embarrassing. You can't tell if they fall short on his ears, too caught up in the way he looks -all swollen muscles and tall legs. You're running out of courage to say no and he knows this.

He's not as innocent as this cheeky smile frames him out to be, he's not the sweetheart everyone wants him to be either.

He's Eijirou, who's selfishly standing on your door, who's barging his way in your apartment, who's grabbing your cheeks and slamming your face in his, biting your lips until he draws blood, just to punish you for standing up against him.

Your door is slammed behind him, one bend of his knee and it's falling into its rightful place. To shield the sins of your affair, to bring you comfort and privacy as he attacks parts of your neck, your chest. Places that only squeeze perfectly under his touch.

"Babe," He calls again, in between soft kisses. "What's gotten into you?"

You frown and try to look away, past his cocoa colored orbs, past the swelling that's taking over his lips -and yours- with a numbing, tingling sensation.

"Eijirou—"

"I don't have much time in between training, I got a game the day after tomorrow."

It's always like this, you know. He doesn't have to tell you twice or try to excuse his own self for what he does or how he acts. You're pushed between schedules, or slammed into his timetable like a truck when he feels like indulging with you again, hidden between the lines of his free time.

You're sure at this point that it's the thrill he's after. The sinful taste of your lips on his, how he feels in control while chasing after you, when you can't keep up with him.

His lips don't taste like sour cherry anymore, but you let them wiggle against yours with triumph, you let him want to catch his breath as he pulls back and you put the minimum effort in returning the passion you receive.

You pull back, ignoring the words he's whispering against your face, only to take in his features once again.

Soft black hair pulled into a low ponytail, spiky bangs that fly all over his face and his tips drowned in a fiery, foxy red. The only reminder for who he was before his tennis career blew up. For who he was before he turned into this cocky womanizer whom you're desperately after with a longing heart.

"I'm just not in the mood today."

"Well let's get you in the mood then huh?"

He smiles, nose scrunching and chapped lips hiding behind his gums as his hand moves to your thigh, tagging your shorts with furry. As if he's desperate to have you, right here and now. As if bending you over the couch will help put out a fire in him. That's how he always convinces you to keep this going.

He's making you feel like not having you this way is insufferable.

You're buried in the crook of his neck while being pushed onto the couch, nibbling a soft spot that you've found, rubbing his skin on the top of your tongue. You know how to do this without leaving a mark, you can hold back from wanting to take all you can get from him.

But today it's different. It's going to be the last time.

It's not like any other time you've told yourself that you are going to end this. Today you're going to leave a mark, you're going to bite your way into his skin and drink from his poison -the intimate attention he's only ever willing to give- and you'll get drunk in it.

"Fuck," He grunts against your lips. "Fuck, don't stop that feels good."

You don't stop, eager to listen to him, to breathe into his neck before you wrap your lips a little lower and closer to his collarbone. You should be asking if this will cause him problems, but gone is the guilt that veils your coinsense otherwise. You suckle on a spot and then another, stealing his groaning moans one by one as they fall from his lips, plushing them softly in a spongy part of your brain, where they can rest forever, until you've forgotten them.

"Get your shirt off Eijirou," You plea, ogling eyes watering from the pressure that's applied in the apex of your thighs and he's quick to follow your command, lips curling upwards in a sweetheart smirk.

You're going to miss the way the apples of his cheeks cover his eyes when he smiles like this. But there's no going back for you and him.

With legs that feel like burning rubber you hug around his horse, watching the way his muscles flex and fold with his snappy movements. His shirt, tousled and wrinkly, tossed in an unknown corner of your living room, only for him to guess where it is after he's gotten his fix of you.

Thick fingers probe at your sides, pulling your shirt downwards in a silent plea, take off your shirt, give him the satisfaction that he wants, indulge into this as much as he wants you to.

But today, you're not in the mood for this. So instead of pulling your shirt off, you unbuckle your pants, pulling them down at the most dreadful speed, making him bite his lip impatiently.

You won't miss this, the way he's expecting so many things of you.

And if he notices something's wrong, he doesn't say a word, presumably content with getting what he wants; the rear view of the gap between your legs, where he can bury himself and get lost for the next thirty minutes.

"Fuck baby," he moans. "Why do you smell so good?"

You grunt, averting your gaze from his as he pushes your bangs away from your face with the back of his hand. You want to miss his puppy eyes. Ghosting him won't be easier for you if you don't.

But damn if he couldn't read you this well, things would be easier.

"Not in the mood to talk?" You look even further away to avoid the question, "babe, you can tell me if you're not well, you'll feel better if you let it out"

You don't need someone to tell you how to feel. You've decided when the two of you are going to be through. It's set and done, even if he feels at the top of the world right now, you won't inflate his ego anymore.

"M fine Eijirou, put it in," You bite his lip, putting huge effort in making him forget about what he thinks it's bothering you. "Want you to put it in m'kay?"

Sultry, fake voice, he's heard it all before and he doesn't have the right to call you out for it. Whatever he does next, you're his for the moment and for the last time.

Repeating is your rightful way of convincing yourself of not giving up on your decision. If only he could have broken up before deciding to wet himself in you, if only you hadn't taken him so eagerly, if only you hadn't become just like him. Welcoming him despite availability status, afraid to lose him, saying that a little sex wouldn't hurt. If you could do this on repeat, then you could get rid of him quite as easily.

You're not better than him and he's taken your vulnerability to him for granted. He's loved the attention you've paid him from time to time, whenever he's given you so much as a mere call.

You should pretend to moan, to hurt his ego, but as he's delving into you, slowly, mellowy, his kisses feel like burning sunshine, August breeze against your skin, kissing your shoulders lightly. It hurts that this salvation is coming from his mouth, as it moves rhythmically against every inch of you.

"Fuck, fuck, ah, you feel so good, you know that?"

You don't answer, nor do you wrap your lips around him. You don't move them against his when he goes to kiss you, but you coo into his warm embrace once his hands come to cradle you in a tight embrace.

"I love you," He slips up and you contemplate on whether you have to start hating him from this very moment. "I just wanna be with you, I—" He grunts. “—this is why you don't believe him, but nonetheless you hold a moan in as well. "Fuck, I'll break up just for you.”

Now that's a new one. A new addition to the long list of red flags you have with his name on top. You can't fall for it. You absolutely can't. If you do, he'll treat you just like this, he'll fuck behind your back and kiss you goodnight before going off to sleep with someone else. Like he's slept with you, once, twice, thrice.

And you're going to hate being the one who's fooled, despite deserving it more than anyone else. And another girl, or guy, is going to be his subject of desire.

You shouldn't want him to be yours, but you're lewding your 'I love yous' out of your mouth like they're nothing, poisoning your heart until there's nothing left but dust and sucked up blood, all devoured by the greed he's made you feel.

"You love me too?"

"I do," You cry, rocked between him and the couch, neck hurting by the way he's digging his teeth in yours.

"I'll fucking leave everything for you babe,"

He shouldn't. He won't. You tell yourself he's only saying this because he wants to come, to make you feel dirty with his actions and fish out words that make him ecstatic or send him over the edge from your mouth.

Rhythms are peaking, his hips burning from his movements, foreheads are dripping in sweat, lips taste salty against each other. The perfect picture, the most tingling sensation, and you're too fucked to go back, or keep yourself content with him. It feels the same as the last time, a numbing knot in your stomach, commanding you to rip your heart out and throw it away, spooning mewls out of your mouth.

If you could, you'd mute him, not wanting to listen to how beautiful he sounds as he's coming down from his high. If you could, you'd look away, and wouldn't try to burn the image of his body as he's falling apart in your mind.

"That was—" The sigh that leaves his chest through his mouth is liberating, you can tell—"amazing. I still love you, so much babe."

His hand soothing the pain of his thrusts, does nothing to make you feel better. You want to shove it away, but you don't, unhappy with the way you're turning out to be.

"It's time for you to go, Eijirou, isn't it?" You remind him. A hand pushing him off of you and quickly smoothing your T-shirt over your legs to deprive him of the view that'd make him wear a smug of triumph.

"So quick to get me to go. Did you find someone else again sweetheart?"

You don't reply as you're putting on your underwear and pants, shoving his shirt into him with a heavy hand.

"You did, didn't you?"

"None of your business, go off to your practice, your girl, don't patronize me anymore."

He gruffs, beautiful features scowling in that stormy gaze that reeks of his authority, "Here I am pouring my heart on you and you found someone else"

"Eijirou, it's seven thirty, if I were you, I wouldn't be late for practice. You got a game the day after tomorrow."

No more dealing with his pouting, you're going to bawl your eyes out if you have to do it. The sooner he's out of your house, the sooner you'll get this over with; the tight lamp in your throat, the image of him smiling at you like this, him admitting feelings that he shouldn't have.

Hurting him isn't the role that suits you. Because you can't do it. You can't hurt that warm sunshine he has on his face. He has to be the one to hurt you like he's been the one to drive you away. It's too late for him to change or reverse your roles.

You don't want to fight and he knows it.

He knows you, so well, well enough to use you as he wishes to, letting you believe you're using him too. You're going to make him watch you slip away, and he won't do anything about this.

So he's eager to leave as you're pushing him out of the door, he doesn't cup your cheek with his hand, and doesn't kiss your forehead tenderly like he always does.

"You should come to this party Mina is throwing, let me meet your new guy."

Like hell you'd ever do this, he knows, but teasing won't hurt a bit. Eijirou can deal with you dating other men, he's claimed you well before, he'll do it again if he has to, especially now that he's decided to have you.

"Yeah yeah, and if I do, don't ever call me again, 'kay?"

You're too good to not do as he says, or not to fall back to him, and he's too good to not come back to you. To him, you're a match made in heaven, to you, you're a lost cause, burning in the fiery pits of hell as atonement for your sins.

He doesn't know that you'll fall apart before dressing up, how you'll tell yourself you're not doing this for him, but as a statement against him.

You're no better than him, in fact, you're worse.

…

The only problem is, that when Eijirou pulls up at Mina's party after practice, you're already there. Drink in your hand, flared jeans hugging your legs, layered tank tops that cover the bruising truth of this evening, laughing at whatever your friends are saying.

When he puts out his phone, calloused fingers furiously typing a text addressed to you, you're too far gone into another glass, dancing a little dance before grabbing everyone's cups to go for a refill, greeting them in that silent way of yours, drunken smile.

And then you'll pass him by and blink at him, you'll mutter a small greeting and he'll grab you by the hand and whisper in your ear just how hard he'll take you driving the night. You'll swoon, moan, forget about the drinks and follow him anywhere he leads you.

That's how everybody knows about the two of you.

This time, though, you don't cast a single eye on him. In fact, you're tainting him, walking past him while ignoring him, leaving him awestruck and hurt, like his confessions earlier in the day meant nothing to you.

It's a hit to his heart, how your jaw drops as you bump into Bakugo over the kitchen counter, eyes too wide at the sight of him. How your finger dances playfully on his chest and as you smile at him when he whispers something in your ear.

It's infuriating how you drop the cups near the sink and follow Bakugo outside, or how the blond waves at him with a pressed smile against his lips, signaling that he'll be busy for a while.

His insides churn, tummy aching in a feeling of guilt, one unlike anything he's felt before. Losing you doesn't taste in the way he thought he would, it's worse; sour and poisoning. It makes him flee the party, furious and bitter.

When he's back, his body is heavy, feet dragging him across his apartment, mind blank as he follows his basic routine before bed time, fixated on how easy it seemed for you to just ignore him and flee with one of his friends as soon as he came over to the party he invited you to, wondering how you could be so ruthless with him all of a sudden.

Sweet talking Kirishima with a smile of gold, the sweetheart of the professional Tennis scene and you're over him in the split of a second, pushing him away from you without an explanation or heart wrenching speech. Not giving him the satisfaction of some closure, just forcing the cold tempo of your sudden departure in the depths of his heart.

He pays no mind to the girl that sleeps beside him, back turned to him like she's oceans apart, despite the unspoken bound that's keeping them together. He'll leave her, make up for all the damage that he's done, in any way that he can manage to.

It all comes down to the fact that no one can love you like he does, no one can want you like he does. Someone can do it better, but you have to want him.

5.30am [Missed Call: Red]

5.31am [Missed Calls(2): Red]

[New Message: Red]

Fuck, with Bakugo out of everyone?

Delivered: 5.31am

[New Message: Red]

Did you have sex with him?

Babe answer me.

Delivered: 5.32am

[New Message: Red]

I'm breaking up with her tomorrow morning.

And I'll come over.

Babe.

Babe please.

Delivered: 5.33am

[New Message: Red]

I'll take you on a date and we can talk about us okay babe?

Let me know when you wake up.

I love you.

So much.

Delivered: 5.38am

Read: 10.23pm

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Sorry 'Red' even if you sound like a total douche, cheeks forgot her phone at my place.

I bet on her answering your late night drama when she takes her phone back.

[Red is typing...]

Super thanks to @celestidarling for proofreading this and giving me the biggest pump of confidence to post

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Eren x Reader (WoC), 18+

Summary: The ocean sends you a man stuck to a piece of driftwood, and he knows you in a way you don't know yourself.

Chapter 1 Content: Lots of porn with lots of plot, soft fluff, soft angst, relationship with a timer, strangers to lovers, reader with daddy issues, Eren ready to take advantage of that, cottagecore p*rn, hurt comfort, manga spoilers

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The sea brought you many treasures. Tumbled glass, hearty fish. If you had any God, if you acknowledged any higher power, it was the sea. You made offerings when you could. Pouring out your tea to soak the sand, dropping a ribbon into the tide.

Maybe that's why it blessed you with him.

You thought him a part of the driftwood from far away. That's why you paid no mind, picking your way across the newly exposed silt. There had been word of a wreckage, a Marleyan ship blasted open by another nation's fury as it made its way home. Many of the island's people had taken their small boats out, eager to prove their love for their nation by fishing dead bodies with the nets that once carried food.

No one expected that of you, luckily. No one here expected much of you period. It's why you managed to put down roots here.

You had thought the collection to be thorough, and only imagined yourself picking up stray pieces of metal, scraps of wood. It was really an excuse to walk in the water, feel the waves against your bare feet. Afterwards you would head into the nearby woods that edged the beach, you had passed by an apple tree there and the red fruit haunted you, s-

From a few metres out to sea, something caught your eye. A wave rose, carrying a mangled piece of plank. The sun caught something upon it, a bright flash that made you wince. A gun, one of those spear tipped ones that the soliders used. You traced it way down and realised in horror that it was speared through a thin hand. A head bobbed beside it, face upturned to the uncaring sky, brown hair you once thought was seaweed being tugged by the current.

You dropped the shoes you carried so carefully. The wicker basket clutched in your other hand as well.

You were within the water in a heartbeat. Glad you had forgone the proper skirts befitting a lady, the trousers allowed your legs to kick powerfully through the water without much hinderance. You kept your head above, eyes locked onto the bobbing figure. His head lolled uselessly against the plank, occasionally slipping downwards. He was drowning, slowly. If it wasn't for the speared hand, he would be at the bottom right now, becoming food for next week's catch.

Finally, you pushed your way to him. It may have been your hopeful heart, but it seemed like the current stilled as you reached him. That the waves brought him closer, urging you to grab the back of his tattered uniform and draw him against you. You angled yourself against him, wrapping an arm carefully around his chest. The position was awkward, his stuck hand now a barrier and no longer a life line. You let him go for a moment, careful to keep his head above water as you grabbed the shaft of the gun. You whispered an apology before yanking it. It slid from his flesh with a sickening weight, and you tossed the blood coated thing into the depths. A blood offering now, an entreatment to allow you back to shore safely. It seemed to work, and you were soon dragging him onto the sandy beach.

Your hands danced desperately across him. There was a pulse, a weak fluttering thing that made your heart clench. His mouth opened uselessly, sucking in air there was no space for. With steely resolve you tilted his chin back, pinching his upturned nose before placing your mouth over his. You exhaled into him, tasting the salt on his lips. The breath seemed to push back up, and you firmed the seal of your lips and blew once more. Your father's instructions ring in your ear.

Two breathes, push until you can't. Place head back. Interlock fingers. Middle of chest (His skin is cold, it's so cold) push down. Consistent, deep. (You're not going strong enough, you're going to lose him. His face is pale. You know that pale.) Deeper. You push deeper. There's a crack, the man's breast plate. The bile rises in your throat as you realise you're truly pushing on his organs now. You are beating a begging onto his heart, into his sea laden lungs. Now two more breathes. Deep. Hard. There's more salt on his face,tears falling from your eyes. You needed him to breathe, you needed your breathe to slip down his throat and stay there, you couldn't lose him, you couldn't let him slip, not this time, not so soon, not-

He inhaled, deep and desperate. It rattled his chest,and his mouth tightened with effort. You pulled back, quickly rolling him onto his side as coughs wracked his body, water and bile streaming from his mouth.

"There. There you go. You're okay, you're gonna be okay now." Your heart beat a triumphant cry, and you quickly wiped the tears that coursed down your cheek. You wonder if this was how your father felt, tending to the dying. The desperation that took hold of you was terrifying.

He was breathing easier now, and you gripped his wrist. Heartbeat was stronger. Your eyes trailed up from his long fingers, the smooth skin of his forearm, prominent blue veins making rivers up to the yellow arm band that laid flat against his soaked uniform.

He was an Eldian.

A smarter person would have stepped back. For a Marleyan, even one with shaky call to her Marleyan heritage like you, to be so close to an Eldian...

But you were tied to him somehow. The sea had seemed to insist on it.

You smoothed his hair back, pushing it from an angular, sallow face. He was young, around your age. But pain made him look older, creasing his forehead. It also burned, angry and hot.

Do you leave him? Someone else would come surely, but what that someone do more harm than good? It wasn't safe for an Eldian to be outside of the internment zone, even if he was a wounded soldier.

You had taken advantage of hospitality long enough. It was now on you to return the favour. And something in you refused to let you leave the man laying there, sand sticking to his smooth skin. You needed to take him back.

"Alright, well. Hello. I'm going to move you now, okay?" You murmured, softly patting the man's cheek.

Your heart jumped as his eyes shot open. They were jewels, the intensity of them slowing your breath. Green, like the leaves of a forest darkened with threat. His gaze jumped around, hazy and unfocused before it found your face. It sharpened slightly, and his eyes widened.

"You... Thought I dreamt you... But I found you..." His voice was a raspy husk, deepened from the salt that coated his throat. He took a shaky breath, but before he could say more his eyes rolled back.

Something about his voice made you double over, leaning closer to him. What had he meant? It must have been delirium.

You rolled him carefully back into the sand and after much manipulation, swearing, and sweat, he was on your back. He was tall, and his lank frame weighed on you heavily. Where his skin touched yours it almost felt like a burn. You could almost fool yourself into thinking that steam rose from his skin.

But it also felt familiar. In a way you couldn't place. Perhaps you had dreamt him too.

His head leaned against you as you kicked open the door to your small cabin. The stew you had set for tonight's meal bubbled its welcome from the fire, and Pekoe's orange tail flicked in annoyance as her emerald feline eyes regarded the noisy intrusion.

You deposited the man on your bed with a loud huff of exertion. He landed heavily, and it worried you that he didn't let out a sound of protest.

Pekoe jumped from her perch in the chair and wove herself between your legs before leaping onto the bed. She regarded the stranger curiously and you batted her away.

"He needs rest, silly thing. No one to play with you here."

You took a moment to look at him again. He was beautiful. In an unfair, hurt way. Long dark lashes, chestnut hair that stroked his collar bone. His lips were full, parted slightly. But you couldn't dwell on that. You moved quickly, tying your hair up with one hand as you moved across the small cabin.

Turning to the stove you grabbed the pot of water you kept on hand. Your herbs were easy to access, in small neat rows above the stove. You began rapidly dropping dried leaves, barks, seeds, into the pot. Tulsi, ginger, elderflower, willow. You set it to boil, moving to the cabinet to pull out the medicine chest.

You were glad your father left that behind with you. You traced his initials on the lid before throwing it open. Pills for an infection, for the man's hand. Fever, to supplement the herbs. Something to dull the pain. Alcohol to clean his wounds. Bandages. You fell into an easy pattern as you sorted your supplies on the table beside your bed. This made sense. This was a problem, and here your tools to solve it.

"I'm sorry for this." You murmured as you wet one of the bandages with alcohol. It was an angry thing, mangling his palm to a degree that it no longer looked human. The last ditch act of a dying man, clinging to hope that he would see another day. But somehow, it didn't look as terrible as you expected it to. Already you got see where the skin was starting to knit itself together. Like the rest of him, it was hot and feverish.

With an empathetic wince you pressed the pad into the gashed skin. He shifted in his unconscious state, brow creasing further.

"You're a fighter, aren't you?" You murmured as you began to wrap the hand. You placed it carefully beside him and moved to unbutton his shirt.

You felt your heart still as the cloth peeled off, revealing a toned muscular chest and stomach. He reminded you of statues in the capital museum, made by people long lost. Modelled after gods.

No. That's not a doctor brain. You cooly inspected him, ignoring how smooth his skin was under your touch. His sternum was cracked, and you resolved to make a compress for that. But other than that, he carried no wounds of war. No fresh bullet wounds, no scraps. You travelled down his body, curling the scraps of his pants up. Muscular legs were unmarked as well.

"A lucky fighter then, Driftwood. Or very skilled." You commented. He shivered once, slightly and you winced. He was soaking into your bed, still wet with briny sea.

You turned back to the open cabinet and reached for the pile of neatly folded clothes in the corner. You hesitated for a moment. You hadn't touched them since he left.

But your father would give the shirt off his back. What did the one he left behind matter?

You dressed the man carefully, mindful of the broken sternum and the concussion you could only guess at.

Then you fed him. You crushed pills into a bowl of broth from your stew, added some of the steeped herbs, and sat by his head. Pekoe perched upon the headboard, watching as your spoon made the way to his lips and dribbled the concoction into his mouth.

You slept in your arm chair that night. The fire roared and cast shadows on the strangers face. You only kept a few blankets over him, unsure whether to warm him from the seas touch or to be afraid of the burning fever. Would father have made him sweat it out?

The shadows caressed him, and they suited him almost as much as the light. Hollowed cheek bones, dark brow. Some would say he looked disgustingly Eldian. You cast a guilty glance to the armband on the mantle. To be honest, you could never tell the difference between your father's people and the ones they subjected.

You stretched your leg out in front of you, the cotton skirt you had changed into riding up your calf. Your brown skin glinted gold in light of the flames. It was a marker, as the man's armband was. That you were the "other".

You slept fitfully, as the man in your bed did the same.

In the morning you awoke. Pekoe was perched in your lap, regarding you cooly before hopping to the bed. The stranger was sleeping, more comfortably now.

"Morning, driftwood. Did you dream sweet?" You asked, stretching till your joints popped.

You tended to him first, wiping the sweat from his forehead, replacing the compress. To your surprise his bandage hadn't bled through, and you decided to leave the change till later.

You spoon fed more broth, listening to his laboured breathing. He looked almost peaceful at times, when his brows would unknit and his lips would part.

Other times he would thrash, sending you running from whatever corner of the cabin you'd find yourself in, attempting to pin his arms to his side so he wouldn't hurt himself. He muttered names, speaking softly with a Min, and assuring a Mikasa. A being named Levi seemed to haunt him, and he would flinch as though being beat as his name escaped his lips.

This continued for two days. On the third night you had pulled your chair closer to the bed. A book of poetry was in your hand, and you read from it quietly, your voice mixing with the crackle of the fire.

"Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat,

only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our

pilgrimage to no country and to no end.

In that shoreless ocean,

at thy silently listening smile my songs would swell in melodies,

free as waves, free from all bondage of words."

Your finger traced over the words, well loved lines. You wondered how many times you read this, how many times it would make your heart hurt.

"Is the time not come yet?

Are there works still to do?

Lo, the evening has come down upon the shore

and in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests."

You looked up at the bed as the stranger shifted, and for a moment you were overcome with deja vu. You had seen him like this before, his head laying on the pillow just like that. You watched as a lock of hair fell from his forehead, long enough to reach his lips. It twitched with his breath, and you were overcome with the need to twirl it around your ring finger, to wear part of him as a vow.

You snapped the book shut, exhaling swiftly. That's what happens when you read romantic stuff before bed. You pulled the knit blanket tightly around you as you watched him sleep. He has calm, as he always was when you spoke to him.

"Goodnight, Driftwood."

In your dreams you were on the shore, watching as the tide pulled out. Instead of masses of seaweed and shell, the water pulled away from bodies. Multitudes of bodies. Bloodied and brackened, twisted together like corrupted reefs. In the far distance, shapes as tall as mountains waded listlessly through the water.

He stood beside you, the stranger with emeralds for eyes. He held your hand, gripping it tight enough that you knew there would be bruises. His face was blank, imperceptible as he stared out at the carnage. Somehow, you knew it was his.

"All this?" You found yourself asking. He flinched at your words. "All of it?"

When he turned to look at you, he was broken. A stoic face come undone, eyes shaky with tears and grief. "Everything." He gasped, his voice cracking.

You awoke with a start, your head snapping from its rest against the the chair. You looked towards him, and found him looking back.

He was sat straight on the bed, hands resting on the blanket. His fingers dug into the fabric, twisting it in his grasp as he stared at you. His chest shuddered, and for a moment you thought he was choking. More water in his lungs? Was he drowning on land, was he-

No. Your eyes met his.

He was crying.

He wiped the tears away with the heel of his palm, turning away to face out the window beside your bed. Something about it made your heart clench. You unfurled from your seat, your knees cracking in protest as you stood and walked carefully to him. This was how you approached wounded animals, ones with bullet wounds in their guts but fire still in their hearts.

"Are you hurting?" You asked. He went still at your voice, and you could see the hairs on the back of his neck raise. "I have things to help that, you don't need to be in pain."

He remained silent, the elegant curve of his neck revealing nothing but his heartbeat. It was early, the sun's rays a delicate pink and painting his skin rose.

"I know you're Eldian." You could see his jaw tighten at that. "I know you're a soldier for Marley. That's all I need to know. I won't ask further. You're safe here. I'm in no position to vilify people for their heritage. " You chuckled, raising your arm to him. He turned to regard the skin of your wrist, the delicate shade of brown it was.

"They don't pay us out here much mind, not anymore. I can't attest for the other people on the island, but I'm not about to turn you in."

"You're Eldian too."

It wasn't an inquiry. It was a statement, an assertion. Said in a deep voice, raspy with disuse.

"No, my father was half Marleyan. My grandmother and my mothers parents, they were from a country south of-" he turned back to face you now, fixing you with verdant gaze. The words died in your throat, something you weren't used to.

"Somewhere, somewhere recent." He murmured, his eyes searching your face. They were tinged red, but no longer wavered. His words weren't ones of a man in his senses, but looking into his eyes now... You couldn't imagine him as anything but sane. There was a screen over his eyes, and you could have imagined them to glow brightly once upon a time. But he hid it in a manner only a man of sound mind could.

He looked around the cabin, and you became painfully aware of the meager furnishings. "How far from the capital are we?" He asked.

"It's a days boat to the mainland, then a 2 day drive if you can charter someone. If not, can make it by boat in three days."

"Do you have a boat?" He asked, moving his legs over the side of the bed. He made to stand but something faltered, and you could see his head spin. You clicked your tongue as you grabbed his arm, guiding him back.

"No. I don't."

"A neighbour's I could borrow?" He insisted,reluctantly returning to leaning his back against the headboard.

You bit your lower lip as you thought. "I'll look. After you rest up. You were in bad shape. You've been asleep for three days since I found you." There were limited people who would lend you a hand like that. And that number dwindled when it came to the added factor of a tall Eldian stranger. He'd be lucky if they didn't kill him where he stood, or throw him to the sea once more.

His lip twitched in annoyance. You could tell his need to move on was desperate. "Are you that eager to return to war? I heard they were bringing you back just to ship you to Libiero." You said as you stood. You crossed the room to your stove, restarting the fire in its hearth.

"I have things to finish. Comrades I can't let down." Everything about him was heavy with burden. You had heard the tone before, in the Eldians you had met when you lived in the city. Their people carried a weight that would never lessen.

"You'll be no help to them injured." Your hands moved automatically, measuring herbs for another tincture, and set a small pan of oats to begin cooking. You felt his eyes on you while you worked, as heavy as a physical touch. It made your breath come out slower, more careful and measured. "There are a couple who owe me a favour. I can get you to the mainland, you can contact your regiment from there. At least, I hope so."

"You're not afraid of helping me." he stated and you sighed. You leaned back against the counter, thrumming your fingers against the stone while you regarded him.

"Afraid for you. You're trying to get back, but some people won't see it like that. They'll see a lone Eldian, with a hurt hand and broken chest. They'll see an opportunity."

"And they'll see a young, pretty Marleyan," he drawled the word, heavy with sarcasm. "- Beside him and back off?" He asked, arching a thick brown eyebrow.

"No, but at least you have a body to throw at them while you run." You responded, turning back on the ball of your foot to stir the oats.

Pretty, hey?

The stranger remained silent as you approached him with the tray. He regarded the the steaming bowl with hungry eyes, and eagerly accepted it when you placed it in his lap.

"Eat slow. Who knows how long you've been hungry." You murmured, placing the cup on the beside table. He nodded, raising the heavily laden spoon to his mouth. You noticed the tremor in his hand, how the oats slid off. His eyes darkened with frustration and you moved to touch his wrist. He started at your hand, green eyes widen as you steadied him.

"Told you you were weak." You murmured, suddenly aware of the closeness that had been the norm for the past week.

"Not used to that." He replied after swallowing the hot bite. He flexed his hand bandaged hand slowly, staring at his fingers with a detached curiosity. "Never been out for this long."

"You heal fast. Weirdly fast." You said, helping him raise another bite to his mouth. His eyes flashed, a quick expression of worry, but he shrugged.

"Military." He replied cryptically, making you raise your eyebrow in return. He refused to meet your eye, shovelling another spoonful. "Classified."

"Got it. Drink your tea, soldier boy. You still look like you have a fever. And take those pills too."

His pretty mouth twisted slightly, eyes sliding over your face. But he grasped the small white pellets, dropping them into the back of his throat before gulping the hot tincture and wincing.

"So that's the bad taste in my mouth." He muttered, staring into the murky liquid with disdain.

"If by bad taste you mean the incredible healing properties of nature's design, sure." Despite his complaint he down the rest of the cup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "The pills do a lot, but the herbs do the rest."

"Are you a doctor?" He asked, leaning against the headboard with a wince.

"No, but my father was. Can I feel your chest?" You knelt carefully on the side of the bed, sliding your hand into the neck of his shirt to feel along his breast bone. The movement was automatic, second nature to assess where he was hurting. But again it put you deeply into his orbit. You felt his heart pick up its pace, thrumming wildly against your palm. This time he didn't flinch and look away. He stared at you openly, a degree of softness making his gaze gentle. He shifted slightly, and you felt his muscles flex underneath your touch.

"Mine was too." He murmured. The inflammation was still there, but better. You withdraw your hand slowly, and he watched it move away with an unreadable expression.

"Did he give you a name?" You asked, taking the empty cup and returning to the sink to fill it with cold water. He chewed on his food slowly, watching as you sat down on the chair after returning his cup. He was quiet for a long time, eyes guarded once more, before finally opening his mouth.

"Krueger." He said and you shook your head.

"If I'm going to call you by a fake name, might as well be something I pick myself. I'll keep calling you Driftwood."

He blinked in surprise, but a wry smile made his cheek twitch. It didn't look like he smiled often. "Driftwood?"

"It's what I mistook you for at first." You picked at the fabric of the chair's armrest, pulling threads loose. "You must have been out there for so long. And what you did to your hand..." You trailed off as you both regarded the injured limb. The thought of it, pinned to the plank in desperation, made your stomach turn.

"I haven't thanked you yet. You went through a lot of trouble to get me here, and to take care of me after." Now again his eyes were on your face, the intensity akin to a glower. But the expression was soft, wondering. "You didn't have to, but you did. Thank you. I owe you my life."

You inclined your head. "Of course. I couldn't just... Let you die." You thought of his cold lips under yours. How you moved as though you weren't your own, mechanically breaking bones to bring him back to this world.

"Others would have. But you didn't. You're..." He trailed off, a sigh escaping from his lips as he pressed the heel of his hand to his eye. "Thank you."

You stood from the chair, grabbing your coat from where you had thrown it over the back. You moved briskly, attempting to cool your body of the heat that had grown. You were shaking your hand out subconsciously, trying to rid the memory of his smooth skin from it. "Of course. Will you be okay for a little bit? I haven't had the chance to do a run for supplies, was afraid of you waking up alone." You grabbed your basket, checking for your coin purse. You began to place small jars inside. Some preserves that the Baker had asked for, a salve for her daughters rash. Herbs for a pregnant wife. Things people had requested the last time you went into market. "I can check for your boat too while I'm there."

"You trust me enough to leave me alone in your home?" He asked, making you pause.

You did, for some reason. It dawned on you that you trusted him with a lot. Were you that gullible, that naive?

Or was this different?

"If anything happens, I know it's you. And there's not many places to hide on this island. You're in one of the only right now." You opened the wardrobe, tossing a change of clothes for "Krueger" onto the bed. "There's a washroom through that door." You started to prattle off the various amenities he could take advantage of if he found it in him to walk, but something on his face made you stop.

"What are you hiding from?" He questioned, leaning forward. His fingers were tight on the sheets again, gaze concentrated on what felt like your soul.

You paused for a moment, the wood of the door steady under your hand. You had been concealing yourself for so long. But under his eyes... You felt like you had been found.

"Dunno."

Hello! This is my incredibly self indulgent dark cottagecore/ lots of porn with lots of plot/ gonna leave you crying at the end Eren fic. Sorry for the lack of spice in this chapter, but I just needed to set some things up! Things will kick in soon, I promise. I don't expect this to get as much traction as my smut, but I hope y'all enjoy anyway!

Poem in this chapter: Sail Away by Rabindranath Tagore

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Just some sweet romantic p*rn! Terry’s been working overtime at work, and unfortunately hasn’t had much time for Danny boy much to Terry’s utter disgust, and Daniel’s lonesomeness. So Daniel surprises him one day. 

Terry returns from a long, stupid meeting, still in his suit and tie. As he climbs the stairs to the second floor, he thinks to himself of all that has to still be done - phone calls, letters to dictate, deals to bargain. But when he unlocks his private study, he sees Daniel - who should have been running his little shop at this hour. 

(And then he Really Sees Daniel.)

Daniel perched on Terry’s desk like a bird. Shoeless. Long, shapely legs completely bare - only wearing the top of (Terry’s) black silk gi. It’s far too large for him of course, and it bunches up distractingly just above his knees, showing a tempting sliver of tanned thigh right where his legs are crossed. 

Daniel’s tied the gi tight, showing off his ridiculously small waist, while the lengthy sleeves of the gi cover his little hands completely. Terry sees a glimpse of tan chest where the gi separates, but plenty of collarbone, and even a bit of shoulder exposed where the gi almost falls off Daniel. 

(It’ll be torn to shreds very soon.)

But his boy is looking at him from under long lashes (a look he knows makes Terry wild - he’ll pay for that later), and his head is tilted, exposing a slender neck that Terry is going to claim so ferociously that Daniel will have to hide the marks for weeks under turtlenecks and scarves. He takes note that Daniel’s dark hair is all tousled; fluffy and messy and falling softly onto his forehead - fuck, he’s pretty.

Daniel chews his lip innocently as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing, as if he doesn’t know the effect he has - something which makes Terry’s smirk grow feral as he sees those cute little rabbit teeth worrying a rather full bottom lip. 

(Oh, what he’ll do to that mouth.)

The little tease, Terry thinks fondly - and heatedly - to himself. His Daniel looks like, and is - the perfect combination of innocent and sultry, utterly adorable and very lovely. How on earth could a week have passed without touching him? Being with him? Terry feels like a fool. Looking at Danny now - he knows he has been.

But Terry keeps this all to himself, his sharp blue eyes not leaving Daniel’s large brown ones as he locks the door behind him with a click, pockets the key, and strides with silent intent towards his sweet, patient boy. 

He’s glad he didn’t change out of his suit before making his way to the study. His tie is going to be very useful - and Daniel is so very ravishing in scarlet, isn’t he?

(He certainly is: Terry lets his eyes linger on the crimson of his cheeks, the flush of his lips. Lovely.)

Terry knows he’s probably going to have his desk cleaned professionally after this, but who cares? Not when Danny will be his. Again, and again. 

So he leans over Daniel, arms trapping him firmly. Blue eyes bore down steadily into brown. No escape now. If there ever was such a thing.

Daniel’s breath hitches, just for a moment - but then he reaches up, wrapping his arms gently around Terry’s neck. His smile is so achingly sweet, Terry nearly forgets to breathe.

“The shop’s been closed the whole day. Got a sign up.” His eyes flick down almost shyly before looking back up. “I’ve missed you.”

Terry doesn’t answer. He simply tilts his head, leaving a slow trail of wet kisses up the side Daniel’s delicate neck. He feels his boy’s pulse begin to rush under his simple kisses and grins. Just wait.

“Oh, Danny-boy,” Terry whispers into his ear as Daniel sighs in pleasure, “not as much as I’ve missed you.” 

(Terry gets no more work done for the rest of the entire day. And the following morning, the Help says nothing when Mr. LaRusso is too tired to rise. Terry orders that breakfast be served in bed instead, anything that Daniel wants. Once he actually gets up of course.)

So, I am aware that this was probably meant as a nice gift, and thank you. 💜

But my head said, what if this was in the babysitter au. So...

brain rot below.

If I'm going to riff off of this idea a bit I'm gonna place them in my babysitter au, so one or two very small changes.

(basically just that Terry has help around the house)

This is after the two of them get together, they're officially dating, or perhaps even married.

Daniel is in his mid 20's and terry is in his mid 40's.

It's a 24 year age difference that really shocks all of the neighbors. it was scandalous enough when the neighbors thought daniel was just terry's mid-life crisis, but the fact that they're going steady? and they have been for years? to the point of a possible engagement? tongues are wagging. the gossip mill hasn't been fed so well since the last time Terry and Daniel got caught doing something naughty while Tory was at a birthday party.

Of course, Terry, and therefore, daniel had been invited, but they had to show up late.

Tory is delighted to have an actual grandma now. And Lucille is delighted to have her for the weekend. (it took her a little while to get used to the idea that her baby boy was in such a serious relationship with a man so much older than him. Let alone that he had a child. At first, she was suspicious of Terry, but after a few months, and noticing only that Terry made him happy, she has given him her blessing. )

The fact that Terry did karate was a funny little bit of serendipity to them. As if they were such an odd pairing the universe had said "here. You can have this one thing in common" Terry had never bothered to compete in karate. It was never about the crowds for him. For him, it was all about the art. That being said, what Terry put his mind to, he got good at. So he was more than a challenge for Daniel.

Sparring has always been sexual for them. And so Daniel knows how easy it is to push Terry's buttons when he thinks about putting on the gi.

At this point, with Terry's help, Little Tree's is a legit small business.

But Daniel is home from work more often than Terry. He still is a primary caretaker for Tory. She doesn't want anyone else raising her, or Terry hiring another nanny. (Just to be on the safe side.)

So, Daniel has taken off work early because he knows that his Ma is gonna have Tory for the weekend, and Daniel and Terry always et up to something when they have the rare opportunity to be the only ones in the house.

Daniel thinks about maybe sparring with Terry a bit once he comes home, all flirty and cute. but, he decides that's too much work. He's just taking the gi instead. It's not like he isn't going to get his exercise that night.

So Daniel showers, maybe he shaves and lotions as well, for a special treat. he goes to Terry's study and pours both of them a glass of scotch. He perches on the edge of Terry's desk, shoving some papers onto the floor. He'll worry about those later. If it was anything truly important Terry wouldn't leave it where Tory may get to it. Even if the door to his study did have a lock. Tory was crafty. Terry likes to blame Daniel, teasingly saying he's a bad influence. Daniel reminds him that Terry was the one who supplied the genetics.

Daniel fidgets, trying to find the best and most alluring way for himself to pose when Terry comes in and catches Daniel in the act.

"Hello, Mr.Silver," He says with a smile. He looks young (he is) and innocent (he hasn't been since he met Terry.)

Terry stalks over towards Daniel, his large hand covering his as he takes his drink to swallow in one gulp. He looks straight into Daniel's eyes as he takes the other one from his hand. He takes a sip, then pulls Daniel's mouth open with a thumb on his lower lip. Daniel opens his mouth obediently as Terry spits the drink into his mouth, a little of it spilling down his chin.

Terry reaches down to find that Daniel isn't wearing any underwear. When he goes to squeeze his cheeks his fingertips slide across slippery skin.

"Did you fuck yourself in the shower waiting for me to get home?" Terry asks.

Daniel hums into his mouth.

they chit-chat for a bit longer, and then Terry falls into his chair, pulling Daniel down into his lap. Terry takes his tie and jacket off, rolls up his sleeves, and unzips his pants.

Daniel rides him like that, and it's beautiful and sweet, but Terry is more pent-up than he realized. And plus, he did have that idea about the tie. So he picks a whining Daniel up off his lap only to bend him over the desk. Then he grabs his tie and wraps it around Daniel's wrists, which he holds behind his back.

Terry has one hand on Daniel's wrists, and the other slid up his gi, to grip Daniel's hip. The silk of the gi means that Daniel slides easily up the hardwood of the desk and has to be pulled back down to meet Terry's thrusts manually.

Terry may not have staff to worry about, but the neighbors still hear because Daniel forgot to close the window before Terry came home.

a little note: in the au Terry has two elderly women as neighbors. at first, they think Daniel is a little trollop. But eventually, they appreciate the extra entertainment he provides. When they hear him getting it good, they just nod and smile. "good for him."

On this fine afternoon, they're having sweet tea on one of their porches. when they start to hear high-pitched whines.

They ignore it for a few minutes. But it slowly gets louder, and then they hear a faint slapping noise. it's wet. The whines start to become rhythmic, canting high before being abruptly stopped as if the air has been pushed out of their lungs.

they can no longer pretend that they aren't hearing the neighbors' fucking.

they decide to take their tea inside, and they close the door just as they start to hear Daniel wailing.

"OoooohhhHH- Oh fuck! oh my GOD, Terry!" they hear, and then the door slams shut and they turn up the tv.

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Mine

A/N: Okay this is round two of trying to post this because last time it didn’t show up in the tags. 

Summary: Basically just some p!rn with plot. 

“You do know Chris is here.” Your friend nudged your shoulder as the two of you waited for your drinks at the bar. You rolled your eyes but nodded. It was hard not to notice when Chris was around. 

“I don’t care.” 

Lie. 

“So you don’t care that he’s here and there’s another girl on his lap?” You followed her gaze and felt your stomach drop as you noticed the beautiful redhead that had her arms draped around Chris as she giggled at whatever he said. 

“Nope.” 

Another lie. 

But what were you supposed to do? You and Chris weren’t official or even exclusive. It had started as strictly friends with benefits, leaning more towards the benefits than the friends aspect. Basically you guys were one step up from a booty call for each other. And that had worked for a while, but over the last year you guys slowly started adding more friendship to your relationship. Movie nights, lunch and coffee dates...hell, Chris had even met your dad a couple times. But again neither of you would put any sort of label on it; even if you desperately wanted to now. 

“I know you’re lying, but I’m going to let you believe that for right now.” Your friend grabbed the drinks from the bar and handed you your drink. Immediately you downed the whole thing. 

“Oh yeah, you’re totally fine.” She laughed as you guys made your way to the dance floor. 

Chris, the girl and the rest of their group was no less than 10 feet away from you as you and Y/F/N started to dance. The alcohol flowing freely through your bloodstream as you let it take over and you became more free in your movements. 

“Hey beautiful,” You smiled as you felt hands wrap around your waist. You started grinding against the stranger, your hands falling on top of theirs. You turned around and were surprised at how beautiful the guy was. He had dark skin and dark piercing eyes. His hands pulled you closer to him as you continued to grind against his pelvis. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you pulled him into a deep kiss, hoping that this would get the other beautiful man in this bar off your mind. 

Just as you were truly getting into it you heard Y/F/N gasp before the stranger was pulled away from you. 

Chris stood in front of you, his chest heaving as he pushed your dance partner away from the two of you. Your eyes narrowed as Chris muttered something to the guy, who immediately backed off. You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. As the guy slowly disappeared more into the crowd you noticed Chris’s shoulders relax. 

“You have a lot of fucking nerve, Evans.” You hissed as you pushed past him and made your way to the exit, towing Y/F/N behind you. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa there princess. Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Chris grabbed your other hand. 

“I’m gonna go call a car, I’ll be out front.” Y/F/N squeezed your hand before leaving the bar. 

“I’m not arguing with you in a bar.” You pulled your hand out of Chris’s. 

“Fine, then we can argue at your place.” Chris grabbed your hand again and led you out of the bar. 

You found Y/F/N standing outside and once again you got away from Chris and went to her. 

“He wants to talk at my place.” You whispered, glancing behind you as Chris stood there waiting with his hands in his pockets. “But you are obviously more important than him, and we were going to have a sleepover. So I’m just gonna tell him to fuck off and then we’ll go, okay?” 

“I already called a car to go back to my place.” Y/F/N gently set her hand on your arm. “Figure it out, Y/N. You guys have been going around in circles for too long. I’ll come by to get my stuff tomorrow and you can tell me all about it over mimosas and belgian waffles.” 

You pulled her into a tight hug and whispered a thank you in her ear before she got into her Uber. When she pulled away from the curb, Chris came up next to you. You hated that your body reacted whenever he was around. Chris smirked as he took notice of your perked nipples. 

“It’s cold, asshole.” You lightly pushed him away from you and then wrapped your arms around yourself. 

“Sure.” Chris chuckled. Before you could deny, Chris shrugged off his jacket and slid it around your shoulders. “Can we leave now?” 

You nodded as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. You guys decided to walk, seeing that your apartment was only five minutes down the street. 

The walk was quiet, the tension palpable. You were still angry and annoyed but at the same time your heart couldn’t help but do backflips at the thought of you being the one with Chris and not that redhead. 

Chris’s hand reached for yours and he thread your fingers together as you approached a group of bar goers. You kept telling yourself that it was because he didn’t want to lose you in the crowd but for the rest of the walk your hand was encased in his much larger one. 

Kicking off your heels as you stepped inside your apartment you let out a sigh of relief. Heels were cute and you loved them for the first half of the night but the second half, you were ready to throw your pumps out the window. 

“Do you want anything?” You asked, getting yourself a glass of water. 

“No.” Chris ran his fingers through his hair as his eyes followed your movements. You didn’t listen though and still grabbed him a glass and filled it with the Brita. He smiled to himself. Amazed at your natural caring instinct, even when you were pissed. 

You nodded towards the living room and set the waters on your coffee table as you sat down on the couch. You tucked your feet underneath you but regretted it instantly seeing as your feet were still sore. 

Without thinking, Chris pulled your feet into his lap and started massaging them. You let out a moan as he worked out the pain, your head falling back and your eyes closed. 

“Wanna tell me why you had an attitude at the bar?” Chris’s voice sounded strained as he took in your blissed out appearance. 

You shot one eye open and raised an eyebrow. “Are you joking? You completely cock blocked me, you dick.” 

“I was doing you a favor.” 

“Oh really?” You sat up again, regretfully pulling your feet away from him. “Because it seemed like you were just trying to make sure I didn’t get laid while you had little miss Pippi Longstockings up in your lap the whole night.” 

Chris snorted out a laugh. “That’s besides the point.” 

“No the fuck it is not. You’re such a misogynistic pig, Chris. So you can screw anything with legs but the second I want to get laid from someone that isn’t you, it’s a problem? Fuck you.” 

“Watch your tone with me, princess.” Chris’s nostrils flared. “That’s not what I said.” 

“Isn’t it though. You get to have that beautiful woman all over you and I don’t say a word. But then I do the same thing and suddenly it’s a problem? Survey says misogyny, babe.” 

Chris grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards him. Your heart and your core throbbed at the action as he leaned over you, one hand resting by your head and the other gripping your waist. 

“That girl meant nothing to me. She wouldn’t leave me alone, I was being polite. I didn’t have my tongue down her throat like some slut.” 

You winced at his words. You pushed against his chest, but he didn’t budge. 

“Fuck you, Chris. I hate you.” 

“No you don’t, princess.” Chris leaned down, his mouth attaching to your throat. “You hate me about as much as I hate you.” 

You arched your back as Chris kissed that spot that made you lose all inhibitions. Your hands moved from his chest to rest on his back as you tried to grind your hips against his. 

“If you went home with that guy,” You could hear the anger in Chris’s voice as he spoke. “He wouldn’t know all the spots that drive you wild. How doing this,” Chris’s hand that was on your waist slipped under your dress and landed on your black lace panties. One finger dipped into your embarrassingly already wet core, slowly pumping in and out. “Isn’t enough to satisfy you.” 

Chris’s mouth trailed from your neck, down your chest where he placed kisses across your heaving chest and then down your stomach before ending right above your pussy. With his free hand he pushed your dress up, kissing the newly exposed skin. 

“He wouldn’t know that my baby is a dirty girl. That she likes both of her holes played with.” 

You moaned as Chris rotated his hand and slowly added a finger to your ass. His lips devoured your thighs as he finally made his way to where you needed him most. 

“Oh my god,” You fisted your hands in his hair as his tongue licked a stripe up your core, his fingers never faltering. With his free hand he pushed down against your lower abdomen, creating more pressure and causing you to feel your orgasm sooner. 

Chris’s fingers picked up pace as he paid special attention to your bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, babygirl. You always taste so fucking good.” Chris looked up at you from his position and you. “I want you to cum all over my fingers, princess. Can you do that for me?” Chris continued his ministrations as he moved up your body, his free hand slipping under your neck pulling you closer to him. 

“Can you cum for daddy?” Chris pressed his lips against yours. You moaned against his mouth as you tasted yourself against his tongue. It was enough to cause your orgasm to rip through your body. 

“Fuck!” You pulled away from him, your mouth agape and your eyes never leaving his. Chris’s eyes darkened as he kissed you again. You swallowed his groan as your pussy clenched around his fingers. 

Your body went limp as Chris slowly pulled his fingers out of you. Taking the fingers that were covered in you he brought them to your lips. “Open up.” 

Without hesitation you opened your mouth, keeping your eyes on him the whole time, as you closed your mouth around his wet fingers. You moaned as you ran your tongue around them. You could already feel yourself becoming wet again. Chris bit his lip as he watched you in adoration, sucking yourself off of his fingers. You pulled out his fingers with a pop and licked your lips looking up at him with that look. The look that would bring Chris to his knees a thousand times over. 

Chris gripped your hips and moved so he was sitting and you were straddling his thighs. He felt his dick twitch taking in the sight of you. Your cheeks flushed, your dress in disarray and your lace excuse of underwear, pushed to the side. You looked so hot and it was all his doing. You ground your pussy against his clothed member, taking his mouth with yours.��

“Please fuck me,” you whimpered in his ear. “Fuck me how you know I like it.” 

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Chris wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom. 

He threw you down on the bed, wasting no time taking off his tight white t-shirt. The both of you maintained eye contact as you each took off the remainder of the clothing you had on. You crawled over to him, taking him in your hand. You were about to go in when he pushed your head away. You pouted and Chris captured your bottom lip between his teeth. 

“I’m kicking myself saying this, but not tonight. I want tonight to be about you, baby.” 

“But I want to.” 

“No.” Chris gave you a chaste kiss and then flipped you around gripping your hips. You fell onto your forearms as Chris slowly pushed himself inside of you. You clenched around his member as he pushed his thumb against your ass. 

“You’re always so goddamn tight. Fucking gripping my cock, baby.” Chris moaned as he pushed himself into the hilt. 

Chris stayed there for a moment, not moving. You started to whine and shake your hips as you just wanted him to move. Chris responded with a slap on your ass, causing you to moan out. 

“Be patient, honey.” Chris’s hands splayed over your ass as he started to pick up his pace. You tried to move your body in rhythm with his but it soon became impossible as his pace only continued to quicken and you were still shaky from your last orgasm. Chris moaned as he reached in front of you and brought you up to his chest. One hand landed on your breast and the other wrapped securely around your throat. 

“Fuck, baby.” Chris’s guttural moan went through your body like an electric shock as he flexed his hand that was against your throat. You moaned as you leaned back into his hard chest, your arm wrapping around his neck, as he pounded into you from behind. He moved his other hand to your aching center, his fingers moving over your clit. 

“Cum all over my cock, baby.” Chris growled. “I wanna feel that pussy cum.” 

Chris knew exactly what he was doing and exactly what to say to get a reaction out of you. Turning your head you met his lips in a heated kiss of tongue and teeth. Neither of you trying to be delicate. 

Before you could process it, Chris had you on your back and was now railing into you in missionary. He slowed down his thrusts and you felt yourself getting more wet as you watched Chris’s eyes follow his member going in and out of you. Smirking to himself, Chris let a drop of spit fall from his mouth and land on your core, where he rubbed it against your clit with his thumb. Your back arched off the bed as the pleasure became overwhelming. 

“This is mine,” Chris muttered as he started picking up the pace again. He leaned down, his broad shoulders covering yours as he slammed into you. His hands wound in your hair as he pulled your faces together. “Understand, princess? All mine.” 

You nodded but that wasn’t enough for Chris. His fingers tightened in your hair as he pushed his mouth against yours in a bruising fashion. 

“Fucking say it.” 

“It’s yours!” You cried out as your orgasm approached. “Oh fuck, Chris!” 

“Come on, baby.” He brought his body up again, this time bringing your right leg over his shoulder. The angle is the final straw to bring your orgasm home. You both moaned as your pussy milked his cock, Chris’s pace never letting up. “My good girl, cumming on my cock.” 

“I want you to cum, daddy.” you whined. Your fingers wrapped around his bicep as he chased his release. 

“I’m almost there, princess.” Chris let out between gritted teeth. A few moments later Chris let out a feral groan as his hips stuttered, his cock pulsating inside you. You bit your lip as your stomach fluttered watching Chris come undone. 

Pulling out of you slowly, Chris leaned down brushing kisses across your chest and neck. You shuttered as the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through your body. You let out a shriek as Chris pushed his cum that was seeping out back into you with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. He pulled you close for a possessive kiss that you eagerly returned. Pulling away, Chris got up and left the room before coming back with the glasses of water you had left in the living room. Setting them down, he crawled back in bed but this time took you in his arms. You sighed with content as you rested your head on his chest, your fingers playing with the small tufts of hair there. 

“I don’t want you seeing other people.” Chris said after a couple moments of silence. Your fingers froze as did your heartbeat it seemed like. You moved so you could look up at him. He ran his fingers through your hair and leaned in and gave you a simple but powerful kiss. “Just you and me from now on, got it?” 

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” You smiled as you laid back down on his chest. You fell asleep like that, your hand on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you. Just where they were supposed to be.